This is not my scene. The name's Ailena Matronymics and I'm a member of the "Assistance for Hire" crew. If you've been paying attention then you know the deal: world ended, separated from family, found these people, yaddi yaddi yadda. Look, I'm just a gal from Brooklyn who don't give two craps about my family. I like these people so I'm happy to help out b...
Granted, every night was ladies' night at The Matriarch. It's to be expected from a club designed around a femdom lifestyle. There had never been a guys' night, and there never would be. That isn't to say the male "employees" didn't enjoy ladies' night too. While I had never been informed of how pricing works for the clientele, it was apparent to me that t...
Ollie slipped off his coat, throwing it against the foyer table in disgust. It slumped to the floor and just lay there, a dejected heap of what used to be white. It had been a real piss ripper at the hospital today. Just fucking wonderful. On his feet for hours on end, patients who didn't need help but insisted they were dying and patients who were dying but...
Date: March 22, 2019 Author: Kirsten Addison Subject: Chrysalis of Kirsten Chapter 1 By KirstensubTS My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transsexual slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been c...
Part 2 It took us just about an hour to get to her house in the hills of Oakland. "I can see why you didn't want to drive back and forth, it's quite a drive." I told her as we pulled into her driveway. "You should try it during rush hour, or any time of the day. There was very little traffic this time of day." She said as she pulled the car into the...
Welcome back! For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting with the first two books The Runesmith Chronicles (it's actually Oni and the Farmer but it's too late to change it here :P) and Searching for the Sky. Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and w...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. For a dear friend, this story is for you. ****************** Los Angeles, California The morning sun was slow to rise now that daylight savings ti...
Copyright 2000 by Kelli Maginnis. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * Hope rose within him even as he closed his eyes tightly to block the searing white light. Perhaps it was searchlights from a rescue team called in by his wife when he was ove...
The gallery was converted from a set of offices above a warehouse in a rapidly gentrifying part of town. The confusing maze of internal walls and narrow corridors had been taken out to leave a big open space in the centre with a ring of smaller rooms leading off it. The rooms along the wall with the windows facing out into the street were offices for gallery...
Fisher climbed the stairs slowly, wary of the quiet that hung over the upstairs. As he hit the landing a soft moan emanated from the bedroom and his heart raced as he entered the doorway. There, framed in the soft light of the bedroom lamps, was Sophie kissing another woman. Her crisp white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the top of her supple breasts, and gi...