This story might have some plot holes or factual errors. This is a fictional story after all. If you want to nit-pick on it, fine, do so. --- 'Tim, are you coming or not? It's nearly seven!' Eric leaned against his car, asking impatiently. I could see why he was hurrying me along. It was a gloomy morning with a slight mist, not too heavy to have to worry...
As Madeline snapped her fingers, she imagined what her dream bedroom would look like. Now that she had incredible powers, she wanted to put them to the test. Just before she snapped her fingers, Madeline was looking around her room. The room itself was not even that big, she had enough room for a full sized bed and a dresser and nightstand, and even then it...
In a sense it was an STD, transferring from person to person who was afflicted. This one only afflicted women, however. It did so in a spectacular fashion, too. Any woman who caught the infection changed dramatically. After the incubation time was up, the infection manifested itself by growing a cock and balls where the vagina used to be. At first it was a h...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
I am laying on a bed made of only wood and blankets. He is leaning over me, his hands wrapped around my long throat. I struggle, protest. There is no yielding in his hands. They are pressed against my airway and I struggle for air. I am in a professional touring company of Othello, by Shakespeare, playing Desdemona to my costar's Othello. I have spoken to t...
Author's note: This quasi-historical fiction includes ambition, buggery and thuggery, scarification, and betrayal. All sex involves humans aged 18+. For readers' convenience, non-Anglish language speech and signals are presented in loose Anglish translation. ** THE GIRL It was unintentional. Quintilla had not set out to become a villainous queen. It just s...
Emilia walked into her apartment with a large box under her left arm. She placed it on the coffee table when her cellphone rang. It was her boyfriend. "Mather?" she said. "What are you up to?" he said. "Oh, nothing," she said as she opened the box. "I went shopping and found a neat store that sells antiques." "You didn't go spending a huge amount of mone...
Abigail followed Emilia through a heavy security door and into the long hallway that opened to the offices. During the entire length of the corridor, she kept stealing glances at Emilia's outfit. After a few quick turns, Emilia stood before a wooden door, knocked twice and opened it when a man's voice told them to enter. The morning sun illuminated the spa...
She didn't know how she had gotten dragged into it but somehow Deity had broken down her defenses and convinced her to come to their mom's house for a dinner party. Caden didn't know whether to be excited or depressed. It was nothing like Beatrice's dinner parties. It was the dinner party that Caden, Collin, Deity, Shane, and a few others used to have when t...
The world changes but man himself doesn't change, believe me on that one. No matter how much time passes, or how many awesome technologies are discovered, lost and rediscovered, humanity shall never change. And neither shall I. My name is Abimilki Maharbal, although I go by Abe these days. A lot of people I meet nowadays think it's short for Abraham, and aft...