I>Author's note: I was originally planning on this tale being a short story in the First Time category, but being a novelist at heart, it ballooned on me a bit. Even after editing, it's still better than ninety-thousand words. I didn't want to break it up into separately published sections, so I decided to put it here, in the Novels and Novellas category, wh...
December 29th (Wednesday) I'd just gotten home from work. I threw off my sweat stained uniform, tossed it in on the couch and made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my boxers. "It's too damn hot in this apartment." I muttered to myself and cut on the central air. I usually hated using the AC, it always grew too cold too rapidly, but it was unse...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Author's Note: This is long, complex, and different; be patient and let the story play out. ***** Jeff Winters was excited and couldn't wait to get home. He had been told by a guy at work about a life changing place to go for vacation. Jeff and his wife had skipped a summer vacation this year because his project at work was behind schedule and she was ta...
This is very long so if you got a short attention span and just want sex, skip ahead a page or two there's tons of it. ;) When I get home there is nobody there, a fact I am incredibly thankful for. There are no locks on the doors, four guys sharing one two bedroom apartment makes privacy rare and very welcome. Picturing her in my mind I run into the bathr...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * The computer screen shone light upon my plain-white panties and bra, making them glow obscenely atop my peachy white skin. Since the divorce, I'd become brave in private and crossdressed on occasion. That sometimes ended up all day. The webcam was on, but I wasn't in any kind o...
Copyright 2020, All Rights Reserved Prologue In the forty-second year after the second Fall of Man, the first of the great contests was held. Born of necessity to a world only a fragment of its former self, it was a desperate ploy to stop the continuing unnamed conflicts by the man who would become the first new king. Despite being born after the fall, Ger...
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely unintentional. Part of the Wine & Old Lace event, with a few literals corrected. PROLOGUE WE walked slowly, almost reluctantly from the warm and stifling waiting room across to Platform 7, to where the puffing engine had just dragged its train of c...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...