Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. I like to think I've improved as the series has progressed. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** We arrived after fo...
You and I are here for a reason: smut. I write it, you read it; maybe you write some of your own as well, you poor masochist. Smut is a good thing: it lets us live our naughtiest fantasies without fear, effort, or the money it would take to get a girl to let us do THAT to her. It makes us happy. And, of course, it makes us horny and hopefully aids in the rel...
QUICK NOTE TO LOVERS OF CHAPTER ONE: This will NOT be a foot fetish/foot worship chapter, but these themes will return for the next chapter. Chapter four continues the focus on a medical kink. ***** "We'll require a semen sample now, George," said Miss Jones, leaning over me, as I inhaled her sweet perfume scent. "Yes, Miss," I said, breathless, looking u...
First story so please, send feedback! Also this chapter is slower, but it will get better later on! ~ I was already special when I was born. I didn't have any special abilities or skills or anything like that. Simply because I was born as a man. At the year 2080 there was the Event, the way we call it now. A mutant attacked our planet. A bacterium that cou...
Ian and Sammi spent Saturday and Sunday doing the normal things that married couples do on weekends, running errands, shopping, church, and finally, relaxing by the pool. That was when Ian began to tell Sammi about his side business. "Sammi, it's time we had a talk about my other business. If anything happens to me, you need to know how to survive and move...
Dear Sir, I had a dream about us last night; per our agreement I have documented it in this letter to you. The dream started with the two of us in our new house. We were in the kitchen I think. Sadly I don't remember what it looked like since I had my eyes so focused on you the whole time (which is sort of disappointing, I wish I had gotten a peek at wha...
Once Lena was back in her own apartment, doors locked, windows bolted, mechanical alarm armed and magical wards activated, she could finally relax a little. She sank down onto the bed, curling up into a fetal position as tears began to roll down her face. She hated him, and more than that, she hated herself. It was so hard to deny him, though; she had love...
January 4th, 2005 Dylan Montgomery stood in front of the Washington monument, a pamphlet in hand. There weren't too many people out in Washington and it seemed to Dylan it was because of the temperature, which was hovering around 30 degrees. He drew his scarf closer around his neck and walked towards the line waiting to get in. There was a group of school...
The Wedding The next week was pure chaos. Gone were the banquets and meetings of dignitaries, instead, there were wedding preparations, rehearsals, and learning the customs of the ceremony of Oliver's world. The only comfort I could find was Oliver was working as hard as I was. Helena was having us do a hybrid wedding with the traditions from Earth blending...
The Rescue It was the longest hour of my life. Every sound I heard made me jump. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't relax. I could barely think. The metal cuffs cut deeper into my skin and blood dripped down my arms. I knew my hour was up when the door opened and Wyman came in. "Show-time Ms. Perry," he said with joy. He grabbed the chains and lifted me to my f...