PROLOGUE -- THE RISE OF THE STORM "Rainy days as I urge my fingers to jot Down, words so lovingly devastating; that I should swell beneath this body; alas To rise again; with the slightest spark; that Love is there to all." Chapter I -- what a storm! From a great distance, one could see contrasts. The nearer silhouettes, those of a man and a wo...
Ian woke at the crack of noon with his muscles feeling tight, slightly burning as if he'd just gotten back from an intense workout. 'Though...' His eyes popped open in surprise when he realized his body wasn't sore. In fact, he felt refreshed --like he'd just slept ten hours instead of less than half that. He noticed his newest companion was awake next to hi...
Author's note: I considered splitting Part 3 of this story into two parts, but I felt it worked better as one. Consequently, it's a little longer than usual. As was the case with Part 1 and 2, there are a number of Australianisms and other minor references to popular culture, mostly to songs and musicians, which may not be entirely clear as to their meaning...
In the lewd town of the Dark Elves, postal service is a point of pride. And of course, human slaves are used, for three reasons: 1 - Most monster girls aren't dedicated to anything other than thinking about sex. 2 - And those do demand more than economical for postal service. Even free humans needed more than a paltry sum for keeping a household. 3- It's...
"This is bullshit! All bullshit! I didn't hit the stupid bitch, all right? She's lying!" The middle-aged female officer pushed the tall, blonde woman through the door and into the waiting arms of Reno police headquarters' burly Sgt. Brown, who stood there trying to keep his coffee from spilling as the blonde and her three friends were ordered to sit down in...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
It's strange to think that, if anyone ever reads this little history, which I doubt anyone ever will, it might be in a very different place and a very different time, and it might make no sense at all. That's okay. I'm not writing for an audience anyway. I'm writing because I've got things to say, even if no one ever hears them. And I'm writing to pass the t...
My flushed face was buried in the pillow and I felt his warm hands rest on my bottom. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me Alex," said Steve. I did so. The reason I was on my hands and knees on a hotel bed exposing myself to a colleague from work was a really strange story that no one is ever going to believe. My name is Alexa and I'm a 27 year old m...
This story is from a woman's point of view. It isn't your typical sub-made-to-gag-on-cock story; there's lots of BDSM and sexual activity but no cock-sucking or actual fucking; it's more about what's going on in her mind. If you don't like reading about switches or bisexual men, you won't like it. But if you're interested in what goes through someone's hea...
Chapter 16 - Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut Rose and Dave drove to Burlington and dropped off their luggage with the hotel concierge. They then prowled around Boston doing touristy things. The one advantage of having a motorcycle was that they were much easier to park than a car. Dave went into a garage near Quincy Market and parked in a series of...