As this is a Valentine's Day contest entry, positive votes and comments are appreciated. This story is the result of a reader asking me to write in a specific category with just the barebones for character descriptions and a plot. I was given carte blanche with the rest and put my own twist on it. Thank you for helping me push my boundaries. Enjoy the burn...
Emma was occupied with interviews and photoshoots. I had not heard from her in weeks. I was getting worried. At the same time, I wondered what I should come up with to celebrate our anniversary. It has been almost a year since we last met. I really wanted to show that I loved her. My phone rang. I picked up the phone, but I almost dropped it when I read the...
Thelma and I were lunching at one of the St. Clairs' favorite restaurants, having just left the beauty salon. It had been three months since I had been with William. I still could not perform with Naomi as a man, although I ate her daily to orgasms. We had adjusted to our new lifestyle, opening a manufacturers' representative firm, Imhof Consultants, in a di...
Idle Hands Part One of The Succubus She'll be sorry she didn't go out with me, Pete Miller thought spitefully. In the abandoned warehouse the preparations had all been made. Around the unconscious woman on the floor, Pete had drawn a circle in silver dust. Inside the sacred circle, runes written with terrifying, fanatical precision demanded the obedience...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
"Apple" It was early morning when I rose from my bed. I felt sore around my thighs. Why is that you ask? Well, John and I had a bit of texting a lot. And they were very sexy. His words got me all worked up. Ended up changing my bed sheets in the middle of the night. There was one thing we discussed about before heading for bed. He told me he had to stay in...
There is no sex in this story. *** It was masochistic, but I couldn't help myself. Thirty minutes on a concept C2 rowing machine, followed by thirty minutes on a damn treadmill. Every day for the past nine months. The only thing that ever changed was the music. I didn't have a smartphone, but I did have an old MP3 player loaded with anything I could find t...
Rachel Dobson was a couple of inches taller than the average size for a woman, with fair hair, blue eyes, pert nose and a mouth that she always felt to be a little too wide. Her figure wasn't bad; slim hips, trim waist and nicely rounded breasts, neither too big nor too small. She was twenty-eight and sometimes felt that life was passing her by while she was...
I, Brian Davidson, was a late bloomer. All through High School physically I was a boy, not a man; while I had a cute face I was short and chubby. It wasn't until my first year in college that I started to mature, but then it was as dramatic a transformation as any that my doctor had ever seen. By the time that I graduated college I was nine inches taller, se...
It was a seedy bar, probably just on the cusp of illegality. If Detective Inspector Alex Drake had been so inclined she could have probably found a dozen infractions which would lead a magistrate to close it down, ranging from fire regulations to the definite smell of pot in the toilets. She sighed, back in the twenty-first century the only time she would co...