Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
This is my entry to the April Fools contest. If you like my story, please vote for me. * A new twist on the old saying, 'There's no fool like an old fool' My name is Fred Thompson and I grew up in a family of Cops. My grandfather Edward was the Sherriff of Madison County, IL, my father Ralph was the police chief of Sauget, IL, and my brother-in law Edgar...
Bardic Cycle Date: March 26, 2095, early morning Locations: City of the Suns, Duchy of Biyandi; Wood Haven, Kingdom of the Wood Elves; and Malganna, Caloren States Note: This story contains magic and sometimes psionics (mental powers). It's about Reison Whisper Wind, a young half-elf who wants to become a bard, and his three newlywed human wives -- the hi...
FORWARD: This story is an attempt to include a sometimes little understood slice of human sexuality into our awareness of humanity's diversity. It's really more of an unexpected Romance between a lesbian female and another young woman whose body does not fully confirm her female gender identity. In short, it is a lesbian relationship between a cis-gender and...
The brakes on the CTA bus screeched as Maggie's stop came up, just as they did every day, year after year. The late spring day had turned dark and cold as brisk winds whipped through the trees sending a chill down her back. Maggie grabbed her coat and tightened its collar around her neck as she walked the four blocks to her home. It was Friday; the start of...
1 You are my trickster angel, my sheep in wolves' clothing, my dark temptress, with wicked, wicked hands and sweet, gentle mouth, you drive me to my uttermost distraction. There is the barrier, the angry open sea that keeps me from getting to shore. Then you, my rock; so slippery in the crashing waves. I grip your jagged slopes, and I slip, but you remain;...
ONCE AGAIN EDITED BY THE INCOMPARABLE 'WIRES' WITHOUT WHOM THIS WOULD BE A POORER STORY BY FAR. HIS HELP IS APPRECIATED IMMENSELY. ***** Janice Stover drove her old Jeep Wrangler into the parking lot of her software company. She felt a surge of pride when she saw all the other cars there. It had been a struggle from her first day of operation, but the hard...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Okay, so, technically, it's 20 past midnight here as I'm writing this. But it's still April 9th in other parts of the US, so we're still going to count this as April 9th! Except the site won't say so. Anyway, I said I'd get it done today and I did, dammit. This one's fucking huge. It's 15,158 words, making it the biggest story by al...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong incest theme w...
If you skipped Part I, the only tidbit of truth in this tale is I once went camping with a girlfriend and her sister. There is no sister-sister incest or FMF action in either part. In Part 1, after an intense summer of firsts Claire breaks up with our hero over Christmas break. LarryInSeattle took a first stab at editing. I changed a few sections after he...