This is the first in a series on the joys a traveling. The stories do not need to be read in any particular order, though the character develops a bit over the episodes. ***** She was beautiful. I was in London doing some research at the British Library, which possessed the largest archive of financial records in the world. I was staying at a posh hotel i...
The next day was Friday, and it couldn't pass fast enough for Luther. And when he saw Rachel in their fourth period Government class, she gave him a sly wink before resuming her good girl persona. Lute was sure Rachel wanted to torture him, because the nasty vixen had worn a tight black sweater that displayed her big tit's profiled curves in such an alluri...
Her name was Hillary which supposedly meant "cheerful" and was the complete opposite of her personality. Standing at the roadside bus stop in the early morning, "dour" might be a way to describe her for as I passed her each morning. It became apparent that Hillary was waiting for the bus to commute over the mountains to the city. What made this unusual was...
It's a common story I suppose. My wife had left me and for 18 months or so I was the kind of sad bloke that downloaded porn from the Internet because the thought of actually getting involved with someone else was emotionally just too risky. The problem was that the porn soon became boring and as my confidence increased I started thinking about finding a rea...
This story is a follow-up to She Shoots, He Scores, which was actually a fantasy requested by the real life Molly. She wanted me to imagine her being the one to whom I lost my virginity. In order to comply with regulations, I had to change some of the ages of the participants in that story, which has received much better reviews that I thought it would. In a...
The sunlight fell across the hardwood floor through the large west-facing window. Dee loved this time of day. Her cat lay snoozing next to her as they both warmed themselves in the late afternoon sun. Her skin gleamed gold as she stretched luxuriously, cat-like herself. She was lying on her back, breasts spilling over the top of her tight sports bra. She smi...
"Prologue: How it Began" The events described here happened in the 1970s. Before smart phones. Before the Internet. Hell, before Penthouse Letters. Which means that what I was (a cuckold) and what I am 40+ years later (still a cuckold) were not things I heard about and got curious; apparently they sprang of their own accord from my fertile and fevered littl...
I know it's been a while but I'm still writing. Lots of half formed stories, but unfortunately, real work with real pay must take precedence. This short series is close to completion so I will start to release it. There are three chapters, I'll publish one a week. Please enjoy, and write feedback. I like the feedback. *** *** *** Cecilia stopped to consu...
Author's note: May contain both male-to-female (gender bender) and nonhuman transformation. May contain monster sex, impregnation, and female submission. I appreciate feedback, especially what you enjoyed and what you'd like to see me write. ***** That night I decided for sure. I would not be leaving. This new island was mine, I thought. I earned it....
Author's Note: A short story requested by one of my readers. ***** There's a certain thrill when walking past the city gates after a long battle and a hard-won victory. I know it well, but it's not what most think it is. They imagine that the shouts and screams and flashed breasts out of adulation are what make it so intoxicating, or that it's just great t...