After sleeping for about two hours the husband suddenly woke up and threw the covers back. Dorita signaled for Wendy to stay where she was and crawled to the bed and then still on her knees began sucking on his limp penis. A minute later she motioned for Wendy to crawl over besides her and take over. She then reached between Wendy's thighs, fingering her vag...
This story is a transsexual fantasy. Before reading this chapter I highly recommend that you read chapters 1 to 3. * Now as a complete woman Jamie has to contend with everything that being a woman entails. Already an emotional person she is even more emotional now and she also has to contend with the effects of having a monthly period. Ashley of course...
[Note to readers: I wrote a story called, The Transformation Rings that received a number of comments and suggestions. I incorporated them as best as I could and edited the original version extensively. The resulting story is much longer than the original version, and is in many ways a new story. For this reason I gave it a new name. I am grateful for the in...
"I'm sorry," Sergeant Miller told me, right before he shot me. Of course, since this was the dawn of the Zombie Apocalypse and the fucker failed to hit my brain, I was doomed to come back. Nowadays, we all get a second chance at life, and this really sucks. For this and many other reasons, I hate the fucker. Life as a Zombie sucks, man. It's even worse if yo...
Character Creation is found in many games, most usually within the RPG genre. The common format of creating a character is the use of presets. The one playing the game would see an avatar on screen and be given the chance to tweak the avatar to their liking using already established parameters. They would see the avatar change in height, weight, hair colour,...
I simply love Black women. I think Black women are amazing. There, I said it. My name is Anne-Marie O'Neill. A young white woman of Irish descent with short dark brown hair and pale green eyes originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Way down in the United States of America. At five-foot-ten, with short hair, tattoos and a cigarette always at hand,...
The governments of the world didn't become the regime overnight, it was a gradual descent on a slippery slope. As technological progression eclipsed mankind's ability to regulate it, the world was slowly overcome by its own shadow elements. As with all technologies, the advent of personalized medicine, AI, computer/brain interface, and many other breakthroug...
The world swims and even the dim view through half closed eyelids is too bright for your taste. After closing your eyes tightly once again and focusing on ignoring the commingling tastes of copper and cotton in your mouth you notice that for some reason your hands are clammy and cold and that your shoulders are stiff and sore. "This is going to be one h...
Apparently, Somali Muslim lesbians don't exist. Hmm, that's news to me because I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Halima Ali, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-chemistry at the University of Ottawa, and I'm also fairly active on the campus LGBT scene. Indeed, I'm the only Musli...
We like to think that our lives are the sum of our choices. After all, we're modern individuals, aren't we, not primitives who believe in Fate, or medieval retards who trust a God to regulate their lives? We celebrate our free will, and the superiority of our rational intellect. So far, so good. Chapter One -- Irene. Evelyn Connors didn't consider hers...