Helen brought herself back from that other place she had been. She had told herself to do this now, at this time, and she did it. It was a technique that Mistress had taught her, a way to remove herself mentally from what was being done to her. At the same time it seemed to allow time to pass much faster. Helen was in a place that was totally black and sile...
I was leaving a dive where a client was doing a last minute gig and needed sound support. The converted warehouse was full of stoned and drunk patrons dancing their asses off. I got things going, taped up the connections, and told the lead that I was out of there. If they wanted help tearing the equipment down, call me in the morning. Down the street was an...
"So what's the score for tonight?" Karen asked, putting the final touches to her make-up in the dressing table mirror. "Noise abatement raid." I told her, pulling her policewoman uniform out of the closet and laying it neatly on the bed as I got into my own outfit. "Stag night curtain call at the best man's house. They want it video taped so I'll be with yo...
Looking back on it I realize that I should have known how it was going to turn out. Back then the little head was in charge and I more or less followed its lead. The little head was like a piece of steel and she was like a magnet that constantly pulled the little head to her. Just the way I met Monica told me everything that I should have needed to know, b...
Several thanks to the folks who helped me with suggestions on various makes/models of cars, and to the mechanics that helped when I picked their brains! Thanks to estragon, copy editor and other Litsters that took the time to read this for me prior to submission. All of the characters are fictional, as is the story. I hope you enjoy my 2012 Earth Day entry....
Margie approached the old ship's bell in front of the community hall. With a huge smile plastered across her face, she grabbed the clapper in her hand and started ringing the bell as if her life depended on it-- repeatedly banging it as if to wake the very dead. She knew that the best party in the pack's long history would take place tonight. It was clear to...
A.N. Chappy twooooo! Fun stuffs ahead :3 thank you all as always for your patience with me while I complete these. Been such a chaotic several days, life just doesn't want me to write porn for some reason. The Following Contains: More futa anthro bull lady on innocent little blonde femboy stuffs! Involving horse penis being stuffed into orifices of said...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Evie finds redemption with Gerald * Author's note: This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental. This story was inspired by the song 'Please don't tell me how the story ends' sung by Kris Kristofferson. ************* I felt the familiar surge in...
The town of Restash was small by most people's standards. Just barely wealthy enough to afford cobbled roads, yet not so much that any of the business owners had much competition with each other; there were just enough people living there to elevate it beyond a simple village. It was the quaint little town that people passed through on their journey between...