El día para Naruto Uzumako había comenzado perfectamente normal hasta que trajo una piedra rosa brillante de una pequeña tienda que atendía a los turistas. Al menos, eso era lo que había pensado en ese momento. Lo había encontrado en su camino de regreso al hotel después de un pequeño viaje a la tienda de comestibles del pequeño pueblo. Sakura había estado d...
Saludos, seguidores: Estaba sentado en la cafetería, meditando sobre mi futuro. Era medianoche y no había más clientes aparte de mí en el local. Si exceptuamos a la camarera, una mujer de mediana edad que me miraba con curiosidad. Me habían vuelto a rechazar en un casting para una película, y ni siguiera era para un papel principal, o secundario. No era más...
It took me a couple of hours to get over the shock. I don't think Johanna is still over it and it's been a little more than three years since we found out that we have been banished to Corporeal. She's not the same person she was when we were living in Tri-ethereal. Gone is the lively, free spirited, young female Trimorph I used to enjoy bantering with, fro...
Aren't self-service checkouts great? Do you walk round supermarkets when its quiet and drop girlie things in a basket then go and pay when no one is looking. No awkward looks from the cashier on the till. I know I could mail order but private deliveries weren't allowed at work and obviously women's clothing delivered to our house was impossible of course. I...
Valentine's Day was always a bore. Wanda had reached the seemingly mature of age twenty three and had yet to find anything special about February the Fourteenth. Each year she waited for that life shattering event that all her friends seemed to be constantly gushing about and sure enough the day passed like any other in humdrum familiarity. Not that Wanda ha...
I'm the worst kind of FaceBook Friend you can imagine. Yup, you heard me, I'm a devil. I have multiple identities and they are all complete lies. I am not at all what I appear to be; shock, horror, I hear you say. Every identity, every address, everything I assert is a fake. I lie about everything, literally everything. I can be controlling through my pret...
Chapter Four - Objection! Gillian Dixon's trial had been running for four days and Annabelle Creighton was steadily building her case. A succession of witnesses provided the jury with evidence that Gillian had the motive, the means, and the opportunity for her to murder Lord Edward Beaumont. It was alleged that she and Lord Edward were alone at the club an...
A brief story, the beginning of a vacation. As is usual in my stories, the places named and described are real. The people? Well, . . . . ***** Ellen and I had been married for a long time, 36 years now, and 36 years changes people. We'd gone from two skinny people to two not-so-skinny parents, and now, in my early sixties and her late fifties, well we loo...
He awoke at five-forty-five with May sucking his still hard cock, they had a fantastic session with both of them coming. She had wanted to finish him off in her mouth. He had done this, then she licked his cock clean afterwards. She cooked him a delicious breakfast. She told them that she and Sandy enjoyed Golden Showers and Water Sports. They both enjoyed e...
Life in Hazely Reform School is grim. Every moment of every day is planned out for you. You must get up when you are told to get up, shower when you are told to shower, eat when and what you are told to eat, and work at what you are told to do when you are told to do it. Add to that the fact that you are always liable to have a cane or a riding crop across...