NOTE -- This is a work of fiction, intended only for the entertainment of adult readers. * Despite the discomfort of her 'boob-job,' and the other surgeries, jenny had enjoyed their Caribbean 'vacation.' During the drive from the airport, she was impatient to show her friends the 'new jenny,' but felt the weariness of the return trip. She was happy when Ma...
She wanted everything to be just so. Stan had been so depressed since Thanksgiving. It had been right after that—the most happy time she could remember that they'd had—that he'd gotten the diagnosis, and he had spun down into a depression. He hadn't been out of the house since; he'd just sat there in his La-Z-Boy in front of the TV and dozed, the TV on but h...
She had heard him. Her father's voice rang distinctly in her ears. It seems that one of his enemies had returned to this realm and he wasn't very happy with it. "I know I can count on you my dear daughter. Ishtar must be stopped! Go to the girl tonight and slay her. Then Ishtar shall return here where she belongs." Trinity had agreed to her father's bidding....
On the sofa of messy front room, I heard the door knock, and my heart my heart with the same powerful lust it had the last time. I knew who was at the door. I'm know psychic or anything like that, and I don't have any camera monitor activities outside my house. But I'd put an add in the newspaper asking for girls who were willing to become a part of my bran...
Health 101 -- Jack-off Practice (Chapter 3) The next class period, and moments before the bell was due to ring I was still unsure about how I was going to proceed. I wanted to proceed by expelling Andy, but if I did that I should really remove one of the girls as well and I really didn't want to lose any of them. It is possible to continue the class with an...
I woke up with Kerin still sleeping soundly in my arms. I managed to look at my watch and noticed that it was almost 3:00 PM. We had been asleep for a few hours already. I gently woke Kerin up by kissing her face and nibbling on her neck. She let out a light moan and smiled without opening her eyes. Then she spoke, her English accent making me melt "Mmmmm, M...
The Xanthos settled quietly to the surface of Omthal, her plasma powered magnetic engines emitting a muted whine as they fought against the planet’s gravitational field. She carried a survey crew of three, who’s orders were to map this four thousand sardecs of the planet, catalogue the flora and fauna, and select at least three colonization sites. The coloni...
This is a new story I'm working on. A single, longer story and it doesn't feature Mad Dog. I will be writing more about Mike Madog but I wanted to try this out. I would really appreciate your comments so that I can improve my writing style, so please feel free to tell me what you think. Enjoy +++ Chapter 1 - April, 2005: I put my left hand out and touche...
Note: The human in this story is explicitly a transgender man. He is post-top surgery, on T, and specific terms are not used to describe his anatomy—aside from words for male genitalia being used in reference to his bottom growth. This is done for the comfort of FTM readers who prefer a mix of vague and masculine descriptors when trans men are written in ero...
Jessica adjusted the tops of her stockings in the mirror over the sink. She wasn't used to wearing such sensual lingerie at work, and to be honest she found all that lace between her cheeks a little uncomfortable, but for the first time in a while, she had a date after work. She smoothed down her short but smart grey skirt, and put her stern work face back o...