(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. * "Enjoying yourself?" I asked rhetorically as I entered the room. The heels of my thigh high boots echoed as I confidently strode along the varnished wooden floor. They matched...
"Oh no! Please don't let me miss this train!" Mimi prayed as she sprinted the last few yards toward the special traincar reserved for students of Hyper Academy. Her monstrously oversized cock bobbed comically back and forth, slapping her across the face with each step. The colossal member protruded a full eighteen inches from Mimi's cleavage and was nearly a...
Note: This is part of a larger work featuring a Dragon called Norman. The land (the Kingdom) where he lives is not found on modern maps, and the stories are as passed down by the great story-tellers of history. It was/is written purely for fun. And yes, it is English English. If you are looking for a story loaded with sexual encounters, look elsewhere. Thos...
At first glance you couldn't tell she lived a dark lust-filled lifestyle, she was an attractive but reserved person, moderately shy but the type of person everyone liked and respected. She worked in a professional setting by day but at night she was a different person. She loved the idea of BDSM; she longed to have a master who would use her, the idea of pai...
Chapter 5: Willing to Die This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. * Over the next few weeks, my friends came over almost every day. By now this included Nancy and Ellen. Dar was always happy to see them, and he started teaching us stretching exercises as he got better. He even knew a fe...
This chapter is the last go-round for Lloyd and his acquaintances. Once again any resemblance to biker gangs, websites, restaurants, hospitals, or anything on Earth is strictly coincidental. Fiction here with a capital F. ***** I fill out the paperwork on Vicky as I await word on her condition. Not really sure how much I care at this point, but I was bro...
Many thanks to bythewx for first editing this story. Grateful thanks to Dowageroftwo, who edited, corrected, questioned and inspired until the story became far better. * Roger heard Mary in the next room talking to Alice. The voices were low, because they thought he was asleep, but he focused, and soon every syllable was clear. It was remarkable how acut...
March, 1920 Le Havre, France It was with a deep sense of melancholy that I stood along the rail at the stern of the ocean liner, watching the coast of France recede into the distance. I was going home, after seven years of service with the American Embassy in Paris, and while part of me was glad to be returning to America, a larger part of me knew I was l...
All she could see were his eyes, bright blue, almost shocking in their depth. Those eyes haunted her for months, in her dreams, where there was nothing but sensual sweet kisses and hot sweaty loving and those eyes, staring into her own. Natalie's breath caught in her throat as the bright orbs that were supposedly a part of her imagination bored into her own...
I want him. I'm positive he knows it too. There's no other way that I can articulate it. Every time I see him and his crooked dorky smile my pussy clenches. I imagine what his lovely, thick, luxurious beard would smell like after I was done sitting on his face. I want to find an excuse to touch it. Run my fingers through it. Grab it. Force his head down d...