The Theater business in New York can be kind of slow in the Summer. That's one reason I don't much mind being pregnant and giving birth during those months. It's not like I'm missing out on tons of jobs, unless I took one out of town, but now that I'm a mom (and about to be a mom again), my days of that are over. John, on the other hand, gets kind of stir-c...
She walked around the room, bumping shoulders with drunks and teeny boppers, who were lost in dancing the night away. The room was crowded, the haze of smoke made her eyes squint and sting as she pushed past another drunken teenager who was dancing with a drink in their hand. This time however, she didn't manage to escape unscathed and the leather vest she w...
Thanks again to shygirlwhore for editing. There's more planned for these two characters in future, but this is how things start out for them. I hope you enjoy! * * * * * At the end of a lot of days, Lucinda just wanted to scream. Work was a constant enervation. She could easily have lived off her comfortable private savings, but she had agreed with her h...
Xisha growled in frustration and rested his head on the table with a groan. His face pressed up against the sheet of paper that was covered in strange characters. He was beginning to loathe the little piece of paper and what it represented. "I think you need a break. Don't worry about it, learning a new language is always hard the first time." Flair's deep...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom,...
Aromas drifted in from the kitchen, a portent of where the evening would soon be heading. I sat in the living room with a near stranger while my bride prepped salads, starches, meats, dressings and sauces. "What are you drinking," I asked in my friendliest voice. The man, in his late fifties or early sixties, considered for a moment, then asked me what...
I was standing in a corridor. The floor was felt green carpeting and the walls were narrow and tall. It was an old house, like. Super old. Musty too. I sniffed at the air as I walked forward, looking around curiously. Hey! I was also not in my human form! I was in my dragon form -- a small, cat-shaped, cat-sized, black scaled dragony ball of cuteness that bo...
I don't usually recommend reading prior chapters, but you might feel a little lost if you haven't, in this case. In fact, the history is pretty important to "getting" what's about to take place. Who knows? You might enjoy them. But I'm not going to spend precious words on that tedious working-in of prior information: who everybody is, how great the girls loo...
A little ditty about a boxer and female kickboxer. Full disclosure, they do not have sex in a gym, the summary was just a pun. ________________________________ The first time I saw Mason Winger in the flesh was on an otherwise mundane Tuesday night. I went to O'Lydia's to hit the heavy bag in an attempt to blow off some steam after an obnoxious day at wor...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened – or been done – to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism, good and bad; it helps me to improve my wr...