Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I read every comment, and they've been immensely flattering. Thank you for taking the time to write them and vote on my story. Criticism is always welcome! A lot of this is flying by the seat of my pants, so don't be afraid to make suggestions. In particular, there's a bit of analytical number crunching in this part...
**I'm going to apologize right out of the gate here. I needed a character with a thick and not-quite current Scottish tone of voice. A long time ago, I once found myself working in a group which contained a Cockney, a Manxman, a Jamaican, and a bunch of Scots. As I remember it, I needed about a week to figure out where the washroom was, since it was a big pl...
2068, Rotterdale, North Carolina, in the north-east neighborhood of Sweet Loft * I feel like I should recap. How long has this shit been going on? A year at least, ever since my life started getting more interesting than the usual high-school drama. Plenty of that but you all don't need to hear about the sex-oozing hottie I was too stupid to stay away fr...
The plan to leave for Romus would take place next week. While Luna wondered about Romus, things she couldn't look up in books or ask from Nick, she thought about Sirus' confrontation. She wanted to know about her father and even though she had no clue where to start, there was a new resident in Verdure who had strong powers (And unlike Areya, didn't charge a...
The following story has been entered into the Valentine's Day contest for 2020. Many thanks to Vix_Giovanni for beta reading this for me and offering her insightful suggestions! Please check out her wonderful work if you have not done so already. *** I pulled my phone briefly out of my pocket, exposing fingers to the chilly air just long enough to fire off...
Part Seventeen: Pyrrhic Chapter Fifty-seven LEVERIA I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered op...
This story is also under luv2sedcwife which is also me. ***** Unlike the rest of my stories this one is total fiction. If you want to read the true stories of how a shy, reserved, Christian Sunday school teacher could change into a married, sex addicted nymphomaniac with an oral fetish, then start with "Virgin Bride" and go from there. I wasn't the woman...
Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
Mine. Foreword. I'd like to begin by pointing out the fact that, as a Westfjordian, I'm not a native speaker. I would like to apologize for any linguistic errors in here, since there are bound to be some in here. I've gone through it several times, and I hope I've done an acceptable job. Thank you for your patience :) This idea came crashing into my head,...
Author's Notes: Each episode in the "An Inhuman Love" series will be a stand-alone novelette, meant to be read and enjoyed in a single sitting. Expect a monster/human pairing in each episode, with all the juicy details included. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tumbles fell. As sand and rock and a desert night sky taunted him, insulte...