A surprised and stunned Karen McCall stared down at her boyfriend of three years. On one knee, Glenn knelt before her with loving eyes in the middle of his apartment lounge. In his hand he held a small blue box; the lid was open and an engagement ring with a glimmering stone sat in a white surround. "So Karen, will you marry me?" Karen's mind went into ove...
Open minds create amazing experiences This experience had its genesis in my early twenties when I unexpectedly began exploring my bi-side with my childhood buddy, Lyndon while both of us were studying at university (refer to my story Friends Satisfying Each Other for background context). This story takes place over a weekend, Friday evening to Sunday after...
A flaming aperture splits the sky, and from that molten portal comes Dornathon, screaming like a shooting star, belched from the cloaca of the universe. The air warps around him, rippling his flesh, buffeting his brain, bulging his eyes from their sockets. He is a comet, a celestial body falling to earth. Around and above him, stars define the night sky, and...
Prologue Even after all these years, she didn't really know what she was or why she did the things she did. She was like a programmed machine -- programmed to do one thing, and she did it damned well. She knew there were others out there like her, but she had never met them. At least not in a conscious state. Legend had it that succubae and incubi came to...
Author's Note: Following on from the first Glencross Manor story, we turn our attention to Ruth's donor, Richard, and how he came to be a donor at the formidable yet mild-mannered Mrs. Elspeth McEill's rather unusual human reproduction and embryology institution, and his encounter with his first ever client. As always, all characters are over 18 and any simi...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
*So I finally got around to re-reading both chapters of this series and realised that writing a continuation one year after the first part makes for a bit of mess. So here is my story in its entirety, edited, rewritten in part and (fingers crossed)hopefully better. Thanks in abundance to the awesome SoCalCynic for his wise words and patience and for teachin...
Sam and Cora's first story appeared in the 'First Time' category. Quite a few readers asked for more (thank you for such lovely feedback) and so, with more than a little trepidation (because it's hard to send characters out into the world after spending so much time with them), here's a second chapter about them. It can be read independently of their first...
Hello dear reader. This story grew. If you want a quick flogger, please try a shorter entry. It is set in Australia, and has 'arses' and Australian colloquialisms. There is some mild fetishism and some fairly vanilla sex. All of the characters are fictional, any resemblance to real persons is incidental. I reserve all the usual rights. Please enjoy and I'm h...
Sometimes summer is more than just a season. Sometimes it's an entire world; it's lifetimes; it's emotions. In this world, these lives and these hearts, summer burns from within. *** *** *** I knew I had a problem on my hands when the sight of her painted toenails captivated me. There was plenty to catch a man's eye, no lie. But her pink nails were the fla...