Chapter 1 Three months after the tragic death of her husband, Coco had reverted to her maiden name of Cleland after being pushed out of mourning by the urgings of her long-time girlfriends to get on with her life. Easier said than done, because life virtually appeared to have ended for Coco (27) when her 30-year-old lawyer husband Paulo skied into a small...
All of the background detail used up in Part 03 brought all sorts of thoughts and ideas to the surface. I feel the need to expand more on the backgrounds of the two characters of the story, Coco Dynamo and Ben White. So, here are some details and background for them. It deals mostly with their abilities and skills regarding magic and combat. This couldn't re...
Asterisk: Some or all of the advice listed here is purely fictional. It should not be used unless desperate and/or horny and/or looking for a laugh. And, much of the advice is given from a fictional woman about women, so it's cobbled together from my own insane imaginings, rumors, urban legends, social myths, advice I've read, advice I've been given, wrong t...
coco kneeled at her Master's feet, paws up, awaiting her treat. she was panting and her tail was wagging slightly. "That's a good girl, coco!" Master said, kindly, "Good fetch! Here is your treat" and with that, He handed her a piece of kibble, which she gulped down with a smile. "Starting today," Master continued, "your training will begin in earnest. y...
"Well," Ben said, eying the thirty foot Easter egg, "this is certainly turning into one-of-those-days." Coco sighed, "I suppose we're going to have to handle this..." Ben kicked a tiny doll on the ground, it was plush and dressed in a green schoolgirl uniform, "and things we're going so normally, too." The egg monster roared, sporadic groups of people run...
Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience. One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teach...
Sometimes it feels that life is one big rush. Only when we take the time, can we find what's really important. It was late and I was tired. I had gotten a delayed start out of Boston and I was eager to reach my house and relax. The last five miles wound around hills and twisting roads. Driving along the dark country road, I rounded a bend and saw a deer bou...
Where Boys Become Girls, Whether They Like it or Not by Mistress Tawny Suede assisted by slave Holly Introduction In Which We Meet Rich Bitch Kimberly and Domineering Mistress Coco Kimberly Caldwell's head thrashed about on the silk pillows; a cry of ecstatic pain escaped her luscious lips as she cupped her heavy breasts, her crimson fingernails ra...
It all started during my weekly session with Candace, my very attractive and talented masseuse. Candace had a knack for working out sore muscles, and while it was a bonus that she was very attractive, the real reason I had been going to her for over a year was the way she could make me relax. Inevitably, I would fall into a comfortable slumber halfway into t...
Margeurite, Comtesse de Fouet, was coming to my home for a dinner party at which she would be the guest of honor. Recently I had traveled to India to obtain a 5th century lingus from the renowned school of Kama Sutra in Punjab, where it served as a constant inspiration to young women training in the sexual arts. The Comtesse intended to take the enormous pha...