Dedicated to a college swallowed alive and its abducted students. Rage against the machine. Create despite them. Atlanta, Georgia. 1988. Emma's foot shook impatiently inside the big black boots she wore in all her waking hours. 'If that woman says it one more time...' she gritted her teeth as the professor did indeed say it one more time. She wanted...
Madeleine sighed and hit Disconnect on the call window. Another rude asshole. She thought. The days were supposed to feel shorter when you have a lot of work to keep you busy, however bad calls like that made them drag on forever. "Hang in there." A pleasant voice floated over her cubicle. Madeleine looked over her shoulder to meet eyes with the voice. J...
Out to grab something quick between classes, Inalu was enjoying the feeling of fall air on her face. It was that time of year just on the edge of winter. Classes were close to done for the semester. Her favorite thigh length coat no longer needed justification. High-top boots were an everyday thing. Life could not be better and yet, she wished there was more...
Chapter 4: The Uniqueness of a Beautiful Girl The approaching holidays were both blessing and challenge. Europeans are much more tradition conscious than many Americans, and from my own time in Europe this could be a real time of wonderful experiences and family togetherness and spiritual uplift. The backside was that she could hardly overlook the fact th...
*Enjoy the second chapter of the series!* ***** The voices. They were calling him. Tremoring, hallowing, out from the darkness, like the call of a faraway mystic. Why do you want to be a Rebel, Ashwin? ...What do you fight for? She placed her hands around his manhood. She worked her throat, swallowing, working the saliva around her mouth, wetting...
At the request of a reader who was kind enough to offer both feedback and a plot suggestion, I have this to say. * * * The engine ticked lightly, rhythmically, having only recently completed a twenty mile journey. Rain dripped from the frame of the car, from the edges of its bumpers. The windows were blurred, save for the two arches where the wipers had re...
The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18) Chapter 13 It was a humble abode, merely a large room with her belongings and living essentials thoughtfully arranged throughout. At her request the priestesses had decorated the place in much the same man...
Chapter 17 Friday, December 30, 1994 "You know, some people are nervous during their first flight," Marla said. She was boredly leafing through the airline's complimentary magazine. "I knew you wouldn't be that type though. Never hesitating to try something new, if it's worth it, that's my baby girl..." "Sorry, what did you say?" Jessica was spellbound, w...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Perversia A raunchy tale of a king and queen using their power to wallow in utter sodomistic debauchery and obscene depravity. The beautiful castle that housed the King and Queen of Perversia sat upon a high bluff that overlooked a vast shimmering ocean. While it was ele...
Bill signed up for a scuba class. At the class they suggested that they get diving 'skins'. These are skintight swimming suits that offer protection from whatever you might brush up against underwater. Plus they add buoyancy and warmth etc. But what Bill found out was that they offer little protection from prying eyes. Bill found a Scuba store in the northe...