The Census Takers This is a fictional story based on the fact that my wife is one of the Enumerators doing the Census in our area. Most of the statements regarding the Census are accurate as best I could gleam as I didn't want to question her too closely to make her curious as to why I was asking. It's just something to entertain you and amuse my for the pu...
Faeona carried the unconscious damsel from the kitchen to the living room, ignoring the screams which followed his transformation. He knew that he was taking a risk by allowing these humans to see him, but as His Majesty's Helper, it was his duty to protect her. What kind of Helper would he be if he had allowed her to bash her little, white head on the hard...
Rick had confessed everything to Chris, who hadn't stopped saying sorry for leaving him alone. Chris dragged him back to the flat where Rick collapsed onto the sofa. Chris wrapped his arms around him and tried to get him to calm down. What Scott had done to him freaked Rick out, and it felt good to have Chris hold him tight until he got himself back under co...
Lust. I can smell it, heavy perfume and sweat, so thick in the air that I can barely breathe. The music pounds in my head, their bodies move, grinding to the beat throbbing through the club's speakers, heavy on the bass. Each song blends into the next and there is no distinction, repetitive, just a beat blending with the rhythm of their blood until they're...
A Full Moon Ball A Masquerade Affair Beginning at 8pm Guests will not be admitted After moonrise Oct. 19th The Tower of Darkness The Lycanthrope Society Sebastian read and reread the invitation in his hands. He couldn't believe he'd been invited to one of the Lycanthrope Society affairs. They were an exclusive society of women who threw exclusive soirees...
[Rick, present day] To: Genevieve Smith From: Richard Johnson Subject: Scheduling a Meeting For Next Week Gen, I would love to schedule a meeting with you to talk about your essay. You can swing by my office hours next week, Friday 4-7. In regard to your coffee shop question, I prefer Northstar on Banks. I go almost every Saturday at 9. Let me know if...
As I lay on the bed with the soft early light of the summer sun creeping through the blinds casting a golden glow over the smooth skin of the beautiful woman lying gently sleeping next to me I watched flecks of dust sparkle and dance in the air and listened to her gentle breathing. My mind began to wander and I recalled the events and coincidences of the la...
Chapter 1: This looks like a good and normal life, or "Swim swim swim" thought the whale. So I'm not going to recite my whole life story here. Suffice it to say I'm a fuck up. Ok well, I'll back up a bit and just give you a brief overview. I wanted to be a musician when I was younger, I practiced a lot and focused on it quite a bit but failed monumentally b...
Angela watched her husband Brett's eyes involuntarily close and his head go back as he moaned his approval. His hands then were guided to the boobs of Stacy, the older blonde mom who had just beaten Angela in a titfight, smothered her unconscious, and fucked her doggy style with a huge strapon. It barely took a minute before he gushed into her warm, inviting...
Thank you for reading! This story has a slow build up. Feedback is welcomed and deeply appreciated! ***** It was a cloudy, warm afternoon with a slight breeze that wafted lazily through the grass. Every so often, the draft would push itself through windows that were thrown open in the hopes of catching the few last remains of spring before plunging into th...