If you knew the exact day you were going to die, would you be able to function? Could you go about the normal, humdrum minutiae of life knowing the precise date of your demise? Even if you had 80 years ahead of you, would you wake up thinking, "Well, I only get to do that 29,000 more times,"? I bring this terrifying dilemma to your attention because, as dea...
(Synopsis: Russet Thompson is an architect and designer sent to spend several days touring the Harem of an eastern Pasha to get ideas for a new attraction at Ultima Resorts. Sir Adrian Calendar, the Prince’s personal secretary, shows her around, and offers her a ‘deal.’ If she will agree to ‘experience’ the Seraglio, he’ll give her everything she needs to re...
Author's note: I am trying to write in several different categories. This is my first attempt in Nonhuman - shapeshifters, specifically werewolves. The story arc has a variety of sex involved including light B&D, Bisexual (both) and Group. This chapter might be considered Background and Strange. As always, comments and especially voting let me know how w...
Preface The following story takes place in a society much like our own with one major difference. That difference will become apparent pretty quickly. Chapter One I dropped a loaf of bread into my shopping cart and headed for the paper aisle. I'd been coming to this Super Target for years, but recently they'd moved everything around. The Kleenex was now...
I had arranged to attend a meeting that morning. It had been a while since I had actually been to work, and what I needed to do was make some contacts in person. My husband away in Newcastle and my mother staying at my house to keep my children occupied gave me that great opportunity. Easter had just been and gone over the past weekend and it had been a quie...
Note to reader: Please read the story "Muddy" before this posting. I wasn't sure if my first post would garner positive feedback. It did so here is number two in the series. Reminder: This story is pure fiction. * All that night, Muddy and I slept soundly. Perhaps the dancing and raucous sex wore us out. I awoke on my left side, spooning with Muddy, and my...
Friday "So, what happened to you yesterday?" Irene wondered. "What?" Emmie looked up from her papers and tried to act ignorant. "You just vanished." "Oh, just the usual. Last minute task and urgent, as always. Nothing new." "I thought you had run off with prince charming or something." "On a white horse, I hope?" Emmie laughed. "That would've been so...
A Tale Concerning Miss Chadwick, of London, in which knowledge is conveyed concerning the Particular Customs of the City of Quaroun. ***** Miss Anne Chadwick, of Jarrold Square, London, a spinster of three-and-thirty years, was seated in the gardens of her brother's house on an evening in the autumn of the year 19__, reading a volume of modern poetry, when...
It had been a week and a half since our last scene on Valentine's Day, and I was really needing to feel Mistress's dominance again. Life had been keeping us busy, but we had finally set aside some time tonight for another scene. I took a viagra before giving our son a bath. After I put him to bed, I went back downstairs to help my wife clean up. Then we wen...
Author's note: This is the fifth chapter of six, and I remain very appreciative of the reader response to the first four chapters. Thank you for your encouragement. And as always, many thank-yous to the delightful author karaline for her editing and feedback. All characters are fictional, etc. etc. ***** Jane awoke on the old brown couch and it took her a...