**First public story submission, so apologies if things are a bit jankey. Contains lots of nastiness, including but not limited to: futadom, futa on female, cuckold, SPH, bondage, etc. All character are over the age of 18. Hope you enjoy :) ** ***** "Harder!...Ughh! Harder, fuck my dripping pussy harder, Skye! I love you, keep fucking me, baby! Oh god,...
This story was written as a gift for a friend, and is used by permission. At the time of this story, Penny & other characters are all 19 or older. It was two am, and the rain was pelting down. It was, in fact, a dark and stormy night, though the sodden figure on the side of the I-5 wouldn't have cared one way or the other about the cliché. There was littl...
I woke up at noon, knowing that we would have to leave before two. Leaving Ginger to sleep I took my morning shower and applied my make up in the bathroom so as not to disturb Ginny. I put on an almost too short white skirt and a crop top short sleeve sweater, A pair of half sox's and tennis shoes. This outfit was too provocative to wear during the day, but...
This one is the closest to a true story as anything so far. As always, comments of all denominations are welcome. ***** Julie Brown was something special. Opinion was universal. She was bright and worked hard, the teachers respected her. She was a great swimmer, so the coaches loved her too. She broke records and kicked ass in inter-school meets from her e...
First I need to thank my very noble editor - Trixter. A guy who would go through the smut some stranger wrote in another country, more than once. You totally rock. And now for the tale: ***** The catastrophic swap - women are volcanoes. "We're not going." "We sure are." "We hardly know them." Rose critically scanned the countertop that her husb...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Chapter 1 An Unexpected Opportunity Huffing and puffing wouldn't make it go away any more than believing that Howard Hughes' enormous wooden aircraft, the Spruce Goose, was a practical way to build a usable plane made it so. His fiancée, Parker Scott, had gone to considerable trouble to get him an interview with a...
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...
Hey everyone. So, here's the third and final book, it'll be a while before I can publish something again, but I'll make sure it isn't another two years this time before I do. I might do a monster girl harem next time, if there's interest, so let me know. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Someone commented about the lack of FF action, my harem stories usually includ...
This part is a little long so 'bear' (pun) with me, the ending is a little darker than I am used to writing, and is something I never have written about, nor personally explored. To the anonymous emailer, and the rest if you want to know, I do own two American Quarter horses, no, I don't have any carnal knowledge of them, sorry, this is all fantasy. To the r...
Sorry this has taken so long. it is not a stroke story. it is an exposition of what happened to Kirk and his family after the invaders took over, and how they eventually drive them out. knowing the last chapter left some with a bad taste, i hope this makes up for it. jb7 Fever 07 Kirk surveyed the field before him. Once it had been a wheat field; now, it w...