Carrie Adriatico paced back and forth, looking over at the high, dew-drenched grass. It nearly reached up to the bottom of the freshly-painted Bed & Breakfast sign. "Ugh, where is he?!" she exclaimed, still pacing. "He couldn't make it last week...now, he's late..." The stunning - and meticulous - 38-year-old brunette retreated back inside, and her timing...
My thanks to ErikThread for his skillful editing and helpful suggestions. Any errors are mine. * It was mid-April when we boarded the ferry for the mainland and headed to my parents' home. I phoned them in advance and told them I wanted them to meet my "girlfriend," Astrid Rasmussen. Mom was immediately interested and wanted more information about her. I g...
USS Surefoot, Deck 5, Brig: "Not very palatial in here, is it?" Giles had been lying in his bunk in the brig, staring at the blank wall opposite. Now, at the sight of Captain Hrelle standing on the other side of the force field door, he rose to attention. "At ease." As Giles relaxed a little, Hrelle nodded to the Security Officer at the brig control panel...
Father, Tjen and I sat in the smoking room. Father had gotten the good port out – as good as could be found these days – and Tjen was sniffing the amber liquid curiously. Father tugged on his mustache with one finger, his other hand resting against his knee to keep it from shaking from his persisting nerve damage. "Foretelling the future is not as impossib...
Chapter Nine: Stolen The next two days were delightfully uneventful. After my forced orgasms during the conference, a break from sexual duties was welcome. Master spent the time putting the finishing touches on the treaties and arranging for our trip to Ixtlicit. I had to take care of some of the more routine tasks that slaves are given. Just before dinner...
Thanks to Unsung Muse for the challenge of writing this story! * "Caroline! ... Caroline, wait!" The last thing I wanted to do was wait. My cheeks were burning bright red and I knew I was going to cry. All I wanted to do was get out of there. But my lawyer — who was also my friend — deserved at least a little courtesy, so I stopped. I held my eyes tightl...
After the coming of the Darkula, survival is all that matters... A story in the tradition of the 'Man's Action Adventure' pulp magazines. There's movement, from the floors below. So she's pacing on the raw stalks of nerves. Strange days. Scared of what every sound portends. Been sealed up here for a month, keeping the mad world at bay. Keeping to shadows...
Ch. 17: Thursday A few quick notes: 1. this is the seventeenth chapter of a longish story, a novel in many chapters 2. everyone is 18+ 3. there is no safe sex here - cause it's a fantasy, not an instruction manual 4. crossdressing and gender bending, not everyone's cuppa tea - be forewarned * We got up and wandered around in boxers (me) and pjs (her)...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, places, universe, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
This chapter contains language seriously offensive to any and every right-thinking person. Know that he gets what's coming to him. A big thank you to DickMarks for editing and beta-read. Any mistakes are because I couldn't leave it alone. ****** I couldn't help but to stare. It was equal parts one of the best things I'd ever seen and also the corruption o...