This is my first go at writing a story. I am new to this. Be kind or not . So please enjoy or hate. But at least read it. * Odd! that's the best way I can describe my life. Well at least in my eyes its odd. I am not saying that things are like a side show at the circus. But up until a few months ago I was just drifting through and enjoying it. My parents...
Chapter 06: The Transformation He got out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. 'What the hell are they doing up there?' he thought as he opened his bedroom door and walked down the hall to the base of the stairs. 'Whatever it was they broke is going to get tacked onto their bill in the morning. I don't care how cute she is, something t...
I set the telephone handset down into its cradle and lean back in my chair. Stretching my arms above my head I feel the tension in my shoulders relax slightly as I glance at the clock. Its 4:30 which means I have just an hour to get through before I can go home and relax into a warm bath with a glass of wine and a bar of chocolate. The last three weeks have...
You arrive home and find a flyer on your door. It's advertising a Hallowe'en party in the next town. You start to toss it into the trash. After all, you don't have time for such things as parties. Besides, you probably wouldn't know anyone there. But something on the flyer gets your attention before you can throw it out. It says "Adult Hallowe'en Costume Par...
This is a size related story about a man who is shrunken by his wife and forced to serve her needs. If you do not like this type of story please move on. * Sunday was a beautiful sunny day in November. There was enough of a chill in the air to make my wife wear slacks but that didn't matter as I knew and saw clearly what was underneath. I loved looking at...
Lindsey was in the gym working out. She had been most of the day. It was two days before Christmas but that did not mean much to her. Her next competition was on the third of January and she needed to bulk up and cut some better definition if she wanted to keep winning. She had a dumbbell in each hand that would have scared most men and was doing slow stead...
"Shit," you mutter to yourself as you sit crouched behind a slab of broken stone. A dull whistle rings in your ears as another spell races past overhead, before detonating with a bright white flash some distance behind you. You look to the side, taking note of the feminine forms of your teammates also crouched behind similar barriers. "Shit, shit, shit," yo...
Here I am again; another lonely night in front of the television, wearing the same P.J's for a week and eating two day old food. I haven't always been like this. A month ago; I thought I had everything a guy would want in life. I had a great paying job as an accountant; a big apartment up town I called home and most of all... a hot girlfriend that I had sex...
A word of explanation. This story was not written by me. It was written by my online partner as a continuation of "His Whore's Wedding Day" which I wrote and listed here late last year. I assigned her this story recently because of an idea that struck me. She had seen a pair of stories that retold the same events from the point of view of a dom and a sub. I...
All characters are at least 18 years old. Be advised that since I am British, I will use many British spelling for words. Such as favour instead of favor, honour instead of honour, and so on. *** Taylor paused by the doorway, looking back down the way he had come down for signs of anyone. The last class ended around an hour ago, there would still be a few...