Let me just say, yes, I did forget to mention that this story is in chapters...sorry. Also, I wanted to say that it will be a while until I post 'An Alphas Love Ch.2', 'cause my computer...well, it sort of killed it. I was in the middle of typing more, and then the power went out. I lost it. No use crying over spilt milk, so I'm trying to retype it, but it'l...
I've been starting my stories with the ambition to titillate. In this story, I've learned how I can get lost until I find my way by creating increasingly difficult problems for myself to solve. Gradually, as my characters revealed themselves, their sex and sexuality having become less and less significant to me as the story goes on, I started to want to writ...
I go fuckin' crazy at the gym. It takes all my power not to stare constantly at all the smoking-hot be-spandexed babes thrusting out their firm asses for us men to ogle, under the pretense of stretching or doing squats or whatever. And then there's that damn thigh-toner machine which, gets them to systematically spread their legs, their cunt-lips pressing ou...
Author's Note: Gildinton doesn't exist. I made it up for the sake of geographical vagueness. The same goes for Black Lake. ***** Well, there she was, inside Cliff's house, looking at her bags and suitcases piled up in the living area. Cliff was making sure every single window had closed blinds. Rebecca was sure she was supposed to be unpacking, but she di...
"Shit! What else can go wrong?" I asked myself. "I've got nothing else." Talk about when things start to go from bad to worse and you need to hit rock bottom before you can climb back up. Lost my job. Car was repossessed. Employment Insurance running out. Girlfriend left. Refrigerator almost empty. Apartment rent increasing. If that wasn't rock bottom, I do...
By the time Cliff and Rebecca woke up the following morning, Eric was sleeping, or at least he was supposed to be sleeping. Cliff was actually a little bit scared that he might listen in on them from time to time. Rebecca was the one who figured out how they could express their incriminating thoughts. Eric had returned not only her toys, computer, and televi...
Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if...
When she awoke the next morning, she didn't even have the luxury of pretending that the previous night's events had merely been a bad dream. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel sand all over her bed and on her body... especially down there, between her legs, tiny gritty little bits in the folds of her secret places. Evidently, she hadn't even bot...
Author's note: This tale is fiction, deeply inspired by lululuvsblack in the Story Ideas forum - thanks! All sex is of legal age. The author knows diddly-shit about voodoo but that did not slow me down. Enjoy the story. ***** Sweet Voodoo To You, Too ***** Achebe was a towering figure. He was big. He was black. He was strong. He was studly. He was very, v...
The green line blipped at regular intervals on the electrocardiogram next to her bed. It was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room, which was how she knew it was there. She couldn't turn her head to see it, only hear it. Something tragic had happened to her, making her afraid and she wanted to wake up. This bed was pretty comfortable for a hospital, sh...