Disclaimer: All of the characters depicted in this story are fictional and over 18 years of age. *** The conflict within I sat in my recliner looking furtively at the laptop sitting on the tv cabinet. It was a recurrent habit. I held firm, not surrendering to my 'baser' self. And so continued the internal struggle I fought daily to not visit 'those' sites...
Here we are at the end! The first part was published back in January, since then the world has gone through a lot of shit which I personally find a real pain. Fingers crossed soon everything goes back to normal and we can all return to our normal lives and stuff. That being said I would probably not be on the finale already if I wasn't stuck at home for so l...
***** A Meeting, Of Sorts ***** River Run was the place to go if you needed to sell illicit goods, or at least that was what Garthuk had been told. But, as he scanned the busy frontier town, he found that claim hard to believe. It looked like any other human settlement — poorly fortified, with too much land dedicated to growing crops. Garthuk spat at the t...
Chapter Eleven The band spent four days making sure all was prepared and doing some practising, during which Annette played bass for a few pieces between her other duties, and promised to learn the other pieces when she had time. The tour began well. A development they had not expected was that Leo had negotiated with the BBC to do a documentary on the wor...
[Writer's note: This story contains several Hebrew and Yiddish words that should be defined or explained: Mohel: Highly skilled Jew who performs circumcisions. Can be a rabbi or an M.D. Kabbalah: mystical writings, should only be read by men over 40 years of age. Brit milah: circumcision ceremony for eight-day old boy. Meshuga: Crazy. Aufruf: a Yiddish...
I am so sorry as always. I had some pretty rough reviews so I almost decided not to continue the story. However, I wanted to know how this would play out. Some people don't like the drama...but the plot thickens and I couldn't help it...enjoy...or don't...Fire and Rain chapter 5! Ps. There are some loose ends I needed to tie so that's why we'll see some old...
Author's Note: This story contains futanari (hermaphrodites, dickgirl, whatever definition works for you). ---- Part One: I'll Learn Better Someday Lauren I heard my room-mate make a shit-ton of noise as she staggered into our unit; Jess was laughing real loud as she slammed the door and locked it; then it seemed she stumbled over the wooden crate we us...
Monday. "No! Are you serious? He said that?" my friend Jessica screamed in disbelief over the phone as I recounted my conversation with Patrick. "Calm down! Yes he did say that and it was a joke. Come on you know him, you shouldn't be surprised at that comment." "Izzie I do know him. I remember him being a horny bastard! You cannot expect him to respect y...
Betsy Flanagan looked at the image in the mirror. The woman that stared back at her smiled. "Betsy, when you've got it, you've most definitely got it," she whispered to herself. Her five foot eight inch form was encased, at least partially, in black leather that hugged her curves like a second skin. The pants were a mesh weave below her crotch, showing plent...
Ch 4: Slumber Party! The next time I opened my computer Karen was human again and Nikki was gone. "Hey Sean, what's the problem?" Karen asked me as soon as I sat down behind the computer. She's always had a sixth sense about when things were bothering me. Usually I didn't even need to tell her. "Just shits real rough with my company right now. It's fuckin...