This is the second series from a group of nonfiction stories that begins with "Angelina" and concludes with "Stacey." ~ ~ ~ There we were, staring daggers at each other. They were friendly daggers, but daggers nonetheless. Strange lot, the four of us. We were childhood friends, having grown up together. As adults we lived apart, separated by four hundred...
Author's note - the following takes place directly after 'All work and no play - the prologue'. You can find that story along with all my listed works as part of my bio or under the 'lesbian' category. ***** Lust takes control of my hands, and I run them down Susan's back, past her small waist to her soft round butt, squeezing and caressing the cheeks of...
The weather forecast had predicted this as I said goodbye to my daughter and left for work that morning; I watched it start to snow from my office window a few hours before it was even time for me to leave for home. As my friends passed my desk for the exit, I warned them all to drive safely. Most humored me and nodded. Others told me they were taking the bu...
I checked my computer (in the game). Inventory. Heather - In Love Wow - talk about progress. We'd skipped from boyfriend/girlfriend (with a question mark) to full-blown lovers. Oops. I only realized afterwards that I'd made an unintentional pun. A bad one. Unfortunately, my next date with Heather was a crushing disappointment. It was an identical repea...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Rachel's Darkest Fantasy LUCIFER "Today Rachel, we begin the second test." I said to the mortal, "I just need you to lie on your back, and relax." We were in a therapist's office with cream colored walls, brown carpeting, and windows that looked out onto a hellish cityscape be...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
Author's Note: Hello again, everybody! Let's keep this momentum going! Also, an actual warning: This chapter represents a relative low point in our protagonists' journey and may be a bit difficult to read if this level of alteration disturbs you. That said, though our heroes are in a dark place right now, this is not the end of their story. No matter how dar...
Chapter 4 The Redhead, the Brunette and Me makes three Eve. She looked tall but was only five six, five seven. She was a cliché; long hair—breast length, dirty blond, streaked with different shades but different carpet color, which I learned later, so dyed to achieve the effect. She dressed with class but when I followed her to the jewelry store, she was d...
Chapter 1 "Kill her, and be done with it." Two Avarian brutes had caught her, disturbingly easily -- her head was ringing from the force of being suddenly slammed into the ubiquitous graphite composite of which much of her civilization was built. She had no idea it was so hard. Rain began, though she hardly noticed. The one who had thrown her, now punche...
"What time you got, man?" Once again, I checked my phone and cut my eyes over at Doug with a grin. "It's ten thirty," I told him. Doug rubbed both hands down his face and through his eyes and reached for his beer. It was half empty and I suspected already he wasn't going to finish it. "Damn," Doug said. "It's getting late." I scoffed. "Seriously? Ten...