What makes someone dominant and what makes someone submissive? That's what I'm exploring in this here story. The name is Natasha Tremblay, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian father and Haitian immigrant mother. My parents, Neil Tremblay and Jeanni...
Sometimes, I wonder why so many people seem to get such joy out of opposing the hard-working, determined high-achievers they encounter. I knew the answer to the question the moment I asked it of myself. Pretenders always hate the real thing. And they know it when they see it. My name is Stefan Brunswick. A young black man living in the city of Boston, Massac...
I fumed with anger as I read about how things were changing. I had a long-time online friend who had lived in Brazil all her life. Now she needed to get out. Luckily, I had the financial resources to make it happen. I arranged for her safe passage by greasing a few Brazilian palms. Not that the political climate in the US was much better, but at least our...
Thursday morning, it was all Azalea could do to leave her apartment and start her day. Even once she was ready to head out, she debated with herself for a good half hour whether it was safe to take on her day. So far, she had survived, but there had been some terrifyingly close calls, and it was only a matter of time until something disastrous happened, some...
Note: The human in this story is explicitly a transgender woman. She has been undergoing HRT (hormone replacement therapy) and has grown breasts. Only vague terms are used in reference to her anatomy and her genitals go unmentioned for the duration of the story (she hasn't had bottom surgery). This is done for the comfort of the MTF readers who prefer things...
Author's note-I'm glad that last pair managed to escape. Honestly, I considered killing them both off, but it seemed right to let that escape just happen. And I think they both deserved it. So, what we know is Irene set Tucker on the path to becoming a Fin for nothing. Why? Because Kyle ended up killing Carlos. Irene intended on having monster Tucker kil...
Michael hadn't seen the river yet, but he could hear it. It couldn't be more than a few dozen yards away. The sun was starting to set and it was already really dark with all the trees blocking the light. He was so busy considering the sunset, that he nearly walked right off a small cliff and into the river four feet below. He had no idea how long it took h...
A work of Fiction *** For a fictional town a lot goes on in Cavelier, Texas. Maybe even more than goes on at less fictional Sam Houston State University in nearby Huntsville. So I moved the magnificent 1928 Lasalle Hotel from Bryan east along one-ninety. I hope the hotel's owners, staff and other guests are not too disoriented. *** All sexual conduct des...
A little fluff piece for Halloween. No sex, but enjoy anyway. ***** "Hey kids, grab a handful of sweets, and I'll tell you the story of how this house is haunted, okay?" The five looked at me with various levels of scorn and cynicism. "Your house ain't haunted!" averred one bright little chap, who seemed to perfectly fit the profile of a youngster in tra...
Chapter 1 Lightly balding, wiry and muscular Charlie Tucker (43), looked under the short skirt of his work partner sitting opposite him, the beautiful slant-eyed Bunny Rivers. "Beautiful thighs. Does your husband still appreciate your body?" Bunny, 10 years younger that Charlie, who'd heard him make that same comment perhaps 30 times in the seven months...