To all, Due to the interest in this series I have continued. But really this is just a continued flirt with an old friend and lover of mine. Priss, and my friend, with long legs to wrap around you, sensitive large nipples to suck on and the wettest pussy to enjoy, is a reminder of a woman's inner erotic sensuality and ability to entice and promote artistic...
Author's note: This essay has been edited and expanded slightly since its initial posting. "When you're bored with yourself, marry and be bored with someone else." --David Pryce-Jones --- The Total Moron's Guide to SAME-SEX MARRIAGE In the years before and after the start of the Third Millennium, same-sex marriage has become a hot issue around the civili...
Author's Disclaimer: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. Wow, I can't believe we're here so qu...
Edgar Williamson got the insistent text on his phone. It seemed very important if not immediately clear. He text was followed by a short phone call from Doctor Mather, "My house ten minutes!" was all it said. Dropping everything Edgar rushed out of his office, across the street, and into the nearby condominium complex where Doctor John Mather lived and work...
DIRTY, DIRTY GIRLS: Do It. You Know Want To... I exit the top bedroom of the bungalow intending to get a photo of Amber and me regardless of the outcome. Another life experience for the history books. That's when Frankie showed up in my periphery. She's smoking, having been given a break by my cousin who has already shot his load and returned to karaoke....
Hey. Still waiting on my next Ice Era Chronicle, so I got some more of this written. Murry is kind of growing on me. I was hoping he was going to get saved. I hope you have come back to see what happens next. Cheers. ~M~ From C.M. Moore *** *Chapter 3* Saved... or maybe not. Murry woke up to more terrible agony then he'd ever felt in his life. His eyes...
Still amidst the depths of winter, I'm impatient to get home and find some respite from the bitter chill of the frosted air. By the time I arrive at the painted flaked door to my flat, my fingers are already starting to numb a little, I struggle for a second to convince the key to snuggle into its lock before finally persuading it. I always have to jiggle th...
In the year of 2044, the landscape of Earth's many satellites had significantly expanded from the low thousands to well over ten thousand in number, among them living an international assortment of astronauts assigned to various jobs and duties. For Dean and Jay, two lone men on a six-month observational trip in a far corner of the atmosphere, their mission...
Deana sat looking at her computer screen, her mind drifting back several months to the first night she worked as a well-paid whore. She was well seasoned now with a lot of experience about men. Her current fetish was black men. Their big cocks made her tremble with lusty desires. They all came to her for one thing; her hot, shaved, white pussy. Once the wor...
I knew he was a killer. There was no doubt. I was across the street, outside the restaurant, when I saw him. I saw his face just briefly when he lit his cigarette, the flame reflected against his black skin. Then he vanished and the alley went back to darkness. "Well, I think I got that squared away," said Harold, marching out of the restaurant behind me....