It's worth walking four blocks for a fancy, overpriced cup of coffee just to get out of the office for a few minutes. Even the cold December wind blowing up Light Street off the harbor didn't deter me. I'd spent all morning and lunch at my desk staring at spreadsheets, trying to figure out how to cut two hundred forty-eight thousand, six hundred sixty-two do...
Erin Kemp worked for me. Quite a few years back, when I was in my 20s, I somehow ended up managing Hector's, this college bar in the small, Midwestern city where I had been going to school, and Erin was the first employee that I hired to work in the place. If you had ever seen her, you would have understood why I picked her before anyone else, though, truth...
The first time Biff Kraken saw the drone was on the afternoon of Christmas Day. It had been unseasonably warm—50 degrees, sunny, and calm. His dad pulled out of the driveway. Mom rode shotgun, and he was in the back with his kid brother, Greg. They were off to the movies. "Somebody got a drone," Dad noted, pointing. All looked. Across the street, the Ja...
Prologue Even after all these years, she didn't really know what she was or why she did the things she did. She was like a programmed machine -- programmed to do one thing, and she did it damned well. She knew there were others out there like her, but she had never met them. At least not in a conscious state. Legend had it that succubae and incubi came to...
Authors note: This story is entered into the Winter Holiday 2020 contest. As an author, like all other authors who enter the contest, we depend upon your vote to tell us how well we are doing. Please do us the honor of casting your vote to let us know. Best wishes. Rachel CHRISTMAS CHICKADEE It was December 11th, two weeks before Christmas, I waited a litt...
A BLUE CHRISTMAS In July ChloeTzang created an event "In a Sunburned Country" and invited writers to write a story based in Australia timed to coincide with the Melbourne Cup, which is about as important to Aussies as New Year's Eve is to Scots, St Patrick's Day ... etc etc. This is my rather irreverent but affectionate offering in my attempt at narrating...
Author's note: I have had a story in my head for years and have written the first few chapters of it many times. I always end up putting it aside to write small ones like the one you find here. I still lack the confidence to tackle such a challenging tale. No matter, I have a pile of other stories started that need to be finished. One of these days, I'll hav...
This is by an adult for adults. If you are under legal age then get out. If you find that any of my material is offensive then don't read it. That's all I have to say about that. As for the rest of you. Enjoy! Chapter 1 Uncomfortable would be a good word to describe how Sean felt at the moment. Underage would have fit his situation even better. Decadence w...
Author's note: The main theme of this story is D/s, but I flavored it with fantasy elements and a touch of mind control. It's another novella length story (41k words) like 'Lucky Strike, Sir', but it's completely different. The erotic element at the core might be the same, but I think D/s is so rich and exciting, there are endless ways to be creative with...
Author's Notes: As usual, thanks to my lady love and a whole adventuring party's worth of beta readers, including ReGats, John988 and ChloeTzang. Your critique and inspiration not only made me rewrite this thing in its entirety but caused me to improve in the process. Thank you very much for that. A special 'thank you' goes to my incredible editor bikouku...