CHAPTER FIVE: A SECOND HIT Daniel looked around the Rio's breakfast area and caught the eye of his waitress. As she walked over, he winked at Holly and turned his attention back to Norman Chad. "You guys are nicely positioned," the TV commentator was telling them. "Survive the first day, that's all you had to do." Daniel wriggled in his chair. "I hear you...
Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. I was cleaning the attic when I found an old photo album hidden among my wife's college books. I really didn't know much about that part of her life. It had been ten years since she had graduated. Mandy had always been vague whenever I broached the subject and said it was a long time ago. The pictures show...
Tommy had to pinch himself to prove he was not dreaming. He was parked in a car with Jemmina Moore's beautiful stepmother. She had offered to drive him home if he ran an errand for her on the way. They had not gone far when she drove in behind some bush and turned off the motor. Mrs. Moore was magnificent. Tall and tanned her body was a magnet to his eyes....
Det. Moore tried to catch his breath. He had been through one of the most horrifying interrogation sessions of his life. He couldn't believe all of what he had heard; yet there it was on tape. He had hear the rumors about this little town being a nexus of evil, but he had discounted those stories as just that. Rumors. He thought that this criminal investigat...
Thanks to LaRacasse for suggesting a story set in India, and homage to E. M. Forster, creator of a masterpiece. I have tried to capture the language and attitudes of the time (roughly 1925), even as I exaggerated them in this parody; that which is offensive today was common speech then, and vice versa. So if racism and other political incorrectnesses offend...
I slowly walked down the corridor in front of me, all the while checking to make sure the coast was clear. Thankfully it was the end of the day and most of the girls were back in their dorms. All but one, I hoped. I'd overheard two of my students discussing Emily Moore, my new favourite student (although not for academic reasons) and how she hated showering...
I'm not leaving the house like this!" I practically screamed. "Let's not make a big fuss honey," Miss Hunt replied. "We can just sneak through our backyards. Noone is gonna see us." "But I uh.." I tried to reply. "Enough!" she ordered. "Mommy says we're going home. You can put on a t-shirt if you like, but you and your diapered butt are going to my house....
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of a story about a dark stone and hidden paths. The story begins innocently in an idyllic suburban setting, but don't be fooled: This is a story of descent -- shifting forms, pleasure, control, and the mystery of nature. Elements: Human TG, TF, Transformation, M2F, genderbending, time and space. All characters are...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. This story does contain elements of drugging, nonconsent, as well as mild BDSM. Again, you have been forewarned. -*- The receptionist smiled a...
"I can't believe that you sprained your damn ankle, Trina," said Beth. Yeah, it all happened pretty fast. I traveled all the way to friend's small town to visit her, and then I trip over a cord at her house, and now I'm in a hospital bed. "Well, I can't believe it got so bad that I had to the hospital," I responded, staring at my left foot. Beth was kind...