A Tale of the Genie Wars * I frowned as I looked at the Nile crate that had been dropped before my front door -- the peeling postage on the side proclaiming that it came from my Aunt. The corners of the box looked like they had been pretty badly beaten up, but that was why the Nile was the second most popular online shipping and delivery service in the wor...
A new master I tried attacking everyone but the Master a few times, but he's too careful now and he's always alone when he summons me. I can't attack him and he knows it. I miss my freedom. I don't hate this world, but I miss watching television. This world is so far behind in terms of technology; no cars, no electricity, barely a semblance of engineering....
This is a continuation from the first part of the story where Varun and me began our weekend rendezvous at his place with a wild and raunchy round of fucking. Do read the first part if you haven't yet, as this one takes off from there. We hadn't been together for over 2 weeks, and were really craving for sex; which explains why we just went berserk with each...
In every generation, there are a few centaurs born with human traits that extend beyond the ordinary. Most of the time, they are born with the characteristics of a human being extending to the torso, and a horse's bottom half. Sometimes however, nature intervenes with a different plan. Rarely, a centaur is born with two or four human legs attached to their h...
Chapter One: That Smell [*A note of explanation. The name I prefer is Bob. Melissa however chooses to call me Robert and her slight Spanish lilt [it sounds more like Row-bert] is so sensual I wouldn't have her call me anything else. Also many of my relatives call me Bobby even though I'm 60 something. I still love them even the ones that voted for W. Thanks...
I’m sooooo glad I’m not driving home. Home is tooooo far. And I can’t drive. Nope. Not tonight. Margaritas. Lots and lots of margaritas. No driving for me. Nosiree Bob. We came to Joanne’s apartment. Joanne has a big comfy couch. Little apartment. Big comfy couch. Takes up the whole room. Big enough for five. Which is good, ‘cause that’s how many are on it....
Fire and Ash WHOOMP! Something cut through my usual early morning deep sleep. I struggled awake, fumbling on the night stand for my glasses, trying to focus barely open eyes, trying to make sense of the odd light against the window. Only then did I hear the shouting and the crackling. I got up, put a robe on even as I pushed back the drapes; the house acr...
Chapter 3 David My name is David Schultz. This is the story of how I found and lost the girl that I thought was my key to happiness. I had been in and out of relationships for the past five years, and I was beginning to think that love was a hoax that someone thought was a good idea, but in reality didn't pan out well for anyone. For the most part people w...
John has a disgusting fetish. He is excited by exploring and smelling the most unattractive, dirty, discoloured, rough textured, sweaty and usually hidden places of a hairy women's body such as the soles and heels of her feet, in her armpits, around her buttocks between her legs and especially down inside the deepest recesses of her bottom. ---------------...
It was the sort of thing that begins with high hopes. It feels like a fantasy fuel adventure. I'd signed up for a new service on my mobile phone, a dating service using the latest technology. It was exciting but as the months passed without any interest, my excitement faded into mute acceptance that I wasn't going to get lucky. What was supposed to happen...