Chase walked into the diner the same time he had walked in each workday morning for the past few months. Hanging his hat on the rack near the register, he moved down the bar to the third stool from the bend in the counter and sat down. He grabbed a menu even though he would order the same thing he had the day before. Although Chase didn't notice, Ci...
"When do you think the guys will be back, we seem to have everything ready for the barbecue?" Lindsey asked, as she put the salad into the fridge her tight cut-offs road half way up her firm butt. "You know men, they get out fishing with a few beer and they can be gone all day and half the night. What do you say we have a soak in the hot tub? I'll fix us a...
Author's note: Dreamers Come Play is an alternate universe. Stories set in it may incorporate touches of magical realism, blurred dreams, and other unexplained phenomenon. This story could have been in Bondage or Exhibitionist. Alcohol and cannabis use. These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe. All events depi...
Chapter 5: Love, Music, and a Brief Respite. The capital of Monstergirls, Reikshold, had been rebuilt after cultists of the former monster lord attempted to kill Agrat, the current, benevolent monster empress. Passing by the safe zone for young humans where decency laws applied, both Anubises, Saakali, and Otep, slowly passed the streets full of working m...
Karen was bored, Mitch, her husband, had been away on a business trip and she hadn't flashed anyone or stripped for a stranger it what seemed like a long time. Her mind wandered to those she had flashed in the past and how they reacted and soon felt a warm wetness building between her legs. She took a long shower and walked out into the backyard while still...
When I write a story about someone, usually, I change their name so that those reading the story and who know me will not recognize who it is I am writing about. Only, this time, I cannot change her name. This time, I need to tell my story, her story, about Susan. Hopefully, by telling this story, it will rid me of the desire for her and maybe help someone e...
Old Mr Postlethwaite's choice for Henry, of all people, to accompany him to lunch was met with some consternation by the young men at the office. Henry didn't work any harder than anyone else, they felt. He was certainly not smarter than Frank, for instance, or Malcolm, or even William. Then why did Mr Postlethwaite, the man they'd all wanted as their mentor...
"You know it was my Leopold who showed Hatter how to make tea." Eritha had sat Alice, Celia, Doreen and the two Sheds-men at a large oval table in her kitchen already set with a wonderfully rustic brown earthenware tea service. "Poor Hatter had still been trying to brew dandelion leaves. When dear Leopold successfully cultivated the first cutting of Camell...
Keith Foxx woke up worse for wear. He had, had a very busy night. Not only did he get to have sex with a room full of young beauties, any middle aged man's dream come true, he managed to fool his wife. Shocked by her return home at a very inopportune time, she came home frisky. How could he say no. By denying her would have given her questions he wasn't p...
Iris had just watched Jessie gain ten pounds without eating a thing. Now Jessie entered the cafeteria, threw her backpack on the nearest table, and ran to the lunch line. Impatiently she waited, tapping her foot frantically as her stomach continued to groan and squeak. "You want hamburger or macaroni?" the lunch lady asked. "Both!" Jessie quickly replied....