Chapter 12. Monday Morning 9:15 AM — CableNex By Monday morning, Tom Smith's anger was no longer the white hot rage of Friday afternoon, but he was still a very unhappy man. Sitting at his desk in his office, he hadn't heard from Kathy Matthews yet, which was beginning to irritate him. He finally called Kathy's secretary, only to be told that Kathy h...
This is a story about a couple in a D/s dynamic finding out who they are with growing elements of Ageplay, or specifically, a Daddy Dominant and Little dynamic. All characters are consenting adults. The main character is based on me; I started this story for a friend but was getting some great feedback from other friends who encouraged me to share. Construc...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
Hey everyone, thank you for the feedback on every story so far, please keep that coming, let me know anyone else you want to make appearances in any story or any pairings you would like to read. As always, enjoy and please leave a review and a comment if you can! ***** Series - The Golden Icons Episode - Unfamiliar Travel Buddies Peyton Royce had spent t...
EVEREST SCARAMOUCHE 123 The two characters in this story are old enough to shoot people in foreign countries This is all she left behind Dearest, I cannot tell you anything that will act as a balm on this gaping wound I am causing you. I can only tell you how much your love has meant to me these past two years. I know you'll understand eventually. But...
"Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania." W.Shakespeare, A Midummernight's Dream, Act II, Scene 1 (Dedicated to the memory of Arthur Machen [1863-1947], although he would never, NEVER, have written a story like this.) * At age 79, Arthur Benjamin, a retired chemist, was an over-weight, diabetic widower on the wrong side of his first heart attack. He also ha...
Authors Note: In order to protect this story from unnecessary slander, I have decided to put in this quick note. This story includes a character that manages to breastfeed a child without ever having given birth herself. Apparently, there is a common misconception that this is impossible. Although that may be true for some women, it does not apply to all wom...
Her name was Trish and she loved horses. She liked boys and she liked girls too. But she loved horses. So it was no surprise when she got a job training horses for a well-to-do woman in northern Georgia. Trish worked twelve hour days, wrestling 500 pound animals, making them bend to her will, so that they could become disciplined, prancing, tassel--laden s...
She opened the door and looked at me. I saw her eyes light up with dumbfounded fear and her lips murmur speechlessly. I looked her up and down assessing how she's changed since I'd seen her last. She seemed unable or unwilling to move. "If you were to step back, I could enter this dwelling," I said. She did so. I walked in and told her to close the door. T...
I can pinpoint with crystal clarity the moment when things began to turn sour between me and my uncle. At the time, I didn't see it as anything other than just a potentially interesting night that went bad. But looking back on it, I've come to realize that the experience I endured that night was the first time where things really went too far, and I found m...