Mike required that both Becca and he maintain separate daily journals to record their respective memories of each day during the one year contract. Each morning they took 15 minutes to privately reflect on the prior day and jot down the highlights. As Mike wrote in his Journal he marveled at his good fortune. After not seeing his occasional college date for...
Note to readers: this is my first submission and it's been my personal pleasure for 12+ years. This story is one I only write for my own enjoyment but I decided that others may find it similarly... entertaining *ahem* Because it wasn't originally meant for outside eyes; it may not be to everyone's tastes. The storyline is freeform, so if you imagine the plo...
This is my first story. I want readers to vote and comment, just keep that little bit of info in mind. To my editor, Ben: You are an angel for putting up with my shit and slight-perfectionism. Without your help, this story would suck. To my readers: This is going to be several chapters and a slow build-up. In other words, this ain't a quick fuck. If that...
The rest of the week flew by and it was Friday afternoon and Mark was searching through his collection of wine. Faith had gone out to a nail salon and had her new things laid out on a chair in their bedroom. Mark finished with the wine and checked the time and decided to look at the things Faith had bought. There was a new green dress across the back of th...
Please note that this and my other works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is the first of the new "slave william and slave michelle" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all are others are ones that I would like to experience first hand. If you dislike my writings, please be matu...
Pastor Sarah was sitting having her morning coffee when she heard Jack’s truck pull in her driveway. “Well Jack, this is a pleasant surprise, I didn’t expect to see you till tonight.” Sarah said as she invited Jack in for a cup of coffee. “I hope you are not here to tell me that Brenda has changed her mind about our threesome tonight.” “Bill Johnson is se...
"Are you fucking that little bitch?" "Pardon me? Who? Of course not." "Are you sure?" "I assume we're talking about Sharon. Look, she's your friend; you're the one that suggested the two of us play tennis together on Saturday mornings since you don't really enjoy the game. They live in our neighborhood and it's a very small neighborhood. You've got to be...
I stood on the stoop outside of a small white house with red shutters about a thousand miles from home. The house was in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs. There were rows of identical houses next to it with similar small patches of lawns and plain black mailboxes. All of the houses appeared to be single-story ranch-style houses and the only thing that made...
Of course, this is a work of fiction and those knowledgeable in things transgendered will find many flaws in the details of this story. Let them go. It's erotic fiction, not a medical treatise. Although I enjoy BDSM there is none here except that the idea of having one's body transformed in some permanent way seems to me to be the ultimate bondage scenario....
Author's Note: This is a story of anthro/furry and human sexual encounters, wife swapping and group sex. If that's not your kind of story then I suggest you look elsewhere for stimulation. I have many stories coving numerous subjects; hopefully you'll find one to your liking. This one covers subjects I haven't really tried before so if you like it, please le...