[Author's note: Not the usual Mabeusian fare, this is a story of female domination. What's good for the goose... --dr.M.] As Lorraine walked up the steps of the mansion for Andrew's one o'clock lesson, she could hear him butchering Beethoven's "Für Elise" in a way so awful it had to be intentional. Sure enough, the musical carnage soon ended in a burst of...
Janie looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the person she saw. Her had been styled with hot metal rods and some kind of light, fragrant oil that held it's shape as it dried. It had taken a while, sitting there and letting Tonya do who-knows-what to it. Then Tonya had put makeup on her and helped her pick out an outfit from a communal clos...
Michael meets the matriarch feline alien and breeds her WARNING: These stories introduce my new character, Michael, and have two parts. The first part is about Michael's sexual liaisons with earth women many who work for him and the second part details his encounters with meeting and breeding feline ETs. This is the last story in this series. They involve...
Derbyshire, England, Spring 1854 Chloe She never would have dreamt that she would miss her time at finishing school. One week returned home from Haversham Academy, Chloe stood upon a rocky outcropping gazing with a disquieted feeling down over her family's estate. Nigh a mile distant she saw Greystoke Hall favorably situated upon a gentle rise in the land...
Author's Note: Wow - almost 70,000 words later, we've come to the end of this tale! I couldn't have done it without the feedback and encouragement of my readers. I don't have an editor or any friends in the "writing business", so you readers were my lifelines as I pushed myself to meet some pretty aggressive writing deadlines. Thank you a thousand times for...
The wind roars through the barren trees, the cold as sharp as an executioner's ax. Though she cannot feel her fingers, Mother clutches her threadbare cloak tighter to her boney body. Sinking lower to the horse below her, she tries to leech warmth from the poor beast as his ice matted legs break through the thick fallen snow. Neither of them has much strength...
Part Seventeen: Pyrrhic Chapter Fifty-seven LEVERIA I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered op...
Part Fifteen: Who You're Meant to Be Chapter Fifty ZANDER "Make way for the queen!" the crier yelled. One goblin rang a bell, another blared a farting trumpet, a third struck a snare with a military cadence, and the crowd roared with laughter. "Make way for the queen!" The crier yelled again. The trifecta of successive noises sounded, and the laughter an...
This story is set in the late 1800s. I apologize for any glaring falsehoods to the times, but it was the time frame I needed. Don't let the idyllic start fool you, there is a story coming. This is completely different from my other stories, so if you are familiar with them you are forewarned. Then again, my stuff really refuses to stick to a genre. Enjoy!...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...