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I, Vampire Part 2: Homecoming My name is Thomas, my story began in the minor work, “I, Vampire, Beginnings” it continues here in. Homecoming It had been more than sixteen years since I had seen my home – my mortal family. They would have changed, grown older, while I would not have changed at all. My journey home had been a long and convoluted one, I wa...
The Black Power Virus Ch. 5 Part 2: Mutations *WARNING* *This chapter is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest of the series. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to make the main character of this story a T-girl/futa. Think of her as a hot chick, with a built-in strap-on, who's out to get girls. She will NOT be interacting with men...
Although the central theme of the publication is poker, I have constructed the story so that it also works for those who have no interest in that subject and who wish to skip those sections. But as it is the central tenet, you may feel you lose the whole ambience of the story. A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of autho...
The rest of the week after our beach trip I did not see or even hear from Andre at all, which was mostly a good thing but part of me missed him. It did give me a chance to think of many ways to end my affair and I was going to do so the next time I heard or saw him. The way he treated me our last night in Tybee Island settled that. My period ended Thursday...
I'll try not to repeat too much, but recommend the reader check out my story, "Buckets," (also in Exhibitionist/Voyeur) first, to get the background. *** Hello again. I'm still David, and Anna's still the wife (5'4", 135#, 34C-30-38, blue with brown). As her 49th approached, she worried the usual worries about getting older, life passing by, and such. I ur...
The humans had a term that applied to women like her; no not slut. But rather she was reminded of the supposed 'Glass Ceiling' that human women groan over in the business world. If they only knew... A sharp tingling passed through her body, from the pearlescent skin of her sleek legs, to her enticingly fertile hips, and upwards to the bulbous domes of her te...
A sliver of sunlight pierced through a small opening in the heavy curtains hanging on Staci's bedroom window, streaking across the room as I opened my eyes Sunday morning. Staci was snuggled into my side one slender leg draped over my thigh, a tiny delicate hand softly resting on my chest and her head cradled on my shoulder. Her eyes remained closed and her...
Chapter 1 My Awkward Phase The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne in the Newspaper Office, our refuge at University High in Los Angeles. A g...
Please read chapters 1-7 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. I hope you enjoy my scribbling. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++...