Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. Hayley looked herself over in the mirror, from the hem of her black dress at mid-thigh, past the flaring of her hips to her narrow waist, to the fuller curves of her... well, then to her face. There she met her own eyes, staring hard. "Look at you," said she to herself, "going out like this." "And look at you, standin...
***This is a bit of an unplanned extension of the "Dream of the Unlikely Princess" series. So if you find that it doesn't make sense to you, you ought to go read that one first. A word however, though Yevgeny and Oksana appear in this chapter, it's not specifically about them. They come in for big appearances in later ones. ~sigh~ Sorry for the uh, goofy di...
Early April Susan headed out of town and I filled in as a substitute teacher for the two massage classes. Susan texted me a second picture of herself topless, this time bending over so her tits dangled; her nipples hard. It was mouth watering. I had asked Susan how many students were in the class. She said it was a small class of four, three males and...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Impotence Anyone watching the parade progress wo...
A few more hours passed before the mistresses started arriving. Slaves were unfastened one at a time and led away. Jordy's controllers were one of the last to get there and he was overjoyed to see them. The 8-10 hours spent under the beam had taxed his body to its limit. He could barely stand when they finally freed his arms. "Here, drink this," Jenny said...
Part 1 -- The challenge It was that time of the evening again; late, just after ten, the time Laura would finally climb out of the pool and call it a day. Whenever she left the pool she appeared to glide rather than walk, like she was parading before an audience on a clothes show catwalk. But except for me there was no audience, and there were never any clo...
I felt some of the tension easing as I sat quietly, sipping an outstanding single malt scotch on the rocks, looking over the azure waters of the Caribbean. There was a slight onshore breeze and the sun had just dipped below the horizon slipping the day into an easy, peaceful evening. Another day gone. Over 300 days gone since I arrived in "paradise." Despit...
***So we continue with Ryan's recollections. This begins after the first night on what looks as though it might be where he'll be for the um, foreseeable future. Like any new arrival anywhere, he wants to see the lay of the land and what's shakin', so to speak and other top of mind things, like where's the nearest Starbuc - ok, maybe not that. 0_o *****...
Author's note: Thanks to techsan for his "as good as it gets" editing. As for DG Hear … hey, thanks for making me feel like I'm a better writer than I am. A reminder that the author previously known as Dynamite Jack is now Jake Rivers. NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD I sat on the floor staring at the dying embers. The coals from the large fire I'd built...
I am a kagaijin. Although knowledge of my kind is widespread in most human circles, I shall assume that you do not know of them yet, and I shall fill you in on some of the details. The name "kagaijin" literally translates to "assault/violence person," and although a great number of my people feel it is an unjust label, it has taken root even in our own tongu...