I was twenty minutes early for my one o'clock appointment so I found a shady spot in the parking lot of the upscale chain motel, kept the engine running to power the air-conditioner on the warm Sunday afternoon, took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. My mind wondered back over the series of events that brought me here. The "here" I speak of was at the v...
This is more of a vanilla cuckquean story than i usual do. There are still minor themes of femsub, and anal. ***** Cathy and Erin had been best friends since they'd first met as toddlers, though they could not be more different if they tried. Cathy liked rock and roll, Erin liked classical. Cathy was a long haired blond with something between a motherly, a...
Commissioned by a friend from the U.S who loves monstergirl-makes-human-chattel stuff. And I'm nothing if my friends are not happy. Femdom, dark elf, the works. Monstergirls raid humans for slaves for breeding and labor, and take care in integrating, training and breeding them as sexual pets. Second Person, heterosexual story. Enjoy if you like that stuff....
Author's Note: This is a novella that will appear in four parts, two chapters each. It's the third in a loose chain that is my ode to 1980's pulp trash novels. You don't need to read the award winning Out Of The Past or Love On The Run (both on this site) to enjoy this story, but if you'd like to that's the order. I hope you enjoy, and comments/ratings are w...
Two days had passed in the Dark Elf Town. Celedwin enjoyed the public bondage, and the Dark Elves' strange, sexually addicted symbiosis with humans. A philosopher said that the perfect parasite improves its host. She wondered if this fit these monsters. -Back at Centaur's Heart, rooftop.- The tavern Celedwin stayed in had a new, modern roof made of concre...
Authors note : To allow for longer chapters as requested I have edited several chapters into one here. Two more days had passed in paradise for the couple and nothing further had been mentioned between them about "the fantasy" as it has now come to be called. There was no tension or avoidance on either one of there parts it was simply as if the matter wa...
A small gallery in SoHo had mounted an exhibit called "Me, My Selfie and I". It consisted of erotic images of women taken by the women themselves. Each image was accompanied by a hundred-fifty word essay describing what the image meant to her and included a short bio. An artist curated the exhibit, choosing ones she thought captured the most evocative expr...
SMOKEY SAGAS #14: "Hooked" *** May 31st, 8:22 p.m. The merry, merry month of May was less than four hours from over. Spring was past full bloom, summer a mere three weeks away. The given evening's sunset was nothing short of amazing, a purple, orange and blue eclipse of cloud and horizon. The thermostat had hit its day high of 79°F four hours ago, and wa...
CHAPTER 1: THE VANISHED WARRIORS BALL 1999, Sky Grey, Ohio "Mom," the little girl said, lying in bed, "did anyone in our family ever do anything great? I mean, I know I'm cousin to the Greys around here, but did a Finch ever do anything?" Barb Finch looked at her daughter Trish, the love of her life, a miracle of existence. Dark hair, hazel eyes, thin,...
The Houseboat Adventure As I have probably mentioned previously, Liz was not always as cheerful as she might have been, suffering from unprovoked mood changes for no apparent reason on many occasions when in our presence. The Tuesday night she came up to visit Helen and I at our unit, just after we had finished having supper was not to be one of those times...