My name is Cindy, and I'm a female shape shifter. This is my story. Mating customs and the way the cosmic forces of the universe designed us non humans just flat out sucks for women. It doesn't matter what kind of shifter you are. Female shifters can't sense others of our kind unless we're in our animal forms. And that means that we can be in a room full o...
Rob was just about 45 now when Sue came to him. All the time he had been the coach of the swim team he had watched her and her sister grow into beautiful women. Even when she was a kid at age 12 and her sister was 13; they were much prettier and had a better body than any female near their age. While her sister was a year older than Sue was, she was by far t...
This story being submitted for the 2019 Summer Lovin contest. Your votes are appreciated. * How did you spend YOUR summer vacation? I spent part of it at the beach during the Woodstock fiftieth anniversary celebrations that went on at the original site. Me and my good buddy Brent debated whether to head up to Bethel, New York or Ocean City, New Jersey and...
Hello everyone. It's been a while I know but I'm back. Today or tonight, whichever you're in right now, we're delving into some serious BDSM sado-masochism Slave/Master dynamics. So if you're not exactly into sado-masochism punishment or are disgusted by it you've been warned now. Like 'Femboy Caught In the Locker Room' this story is a back and forth coopera...
Big Alice was always hungry. And with her skilled hands on the controls it was Stephanie "Roulette" MacBaren's job to keep the big bitch fed. Following a path laid down by two seasons of steady work, Rue guided the insanely massive paddle wheel excavator on its way up and over a lobate scarp that made the big machine work for its meal. The slow turning bl...
Introduction John Slater and Thomas Johnson sat on the patio of the Northwest Country Club watching the rain fall from the sky in sheets. It rolled off the roof in torrents, splattering noisily onto the exposed section of the cement patio. The sound almost drowned out the grumbling golfers who were crying into their beers. The two friends had barely gotte...
Note: This is the second in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapter 1, this section won't make any sense. Thanks for reading! Day 1June 12San Antonio, Texas, to Tulsa, Oklahoma There are times in every man's life when he'd rather be launched into the stratosphere by a Civil War-era catapult than even think about sex. Stand...
This is an EDITED draft and the first chapter of a multi chapter novel. I have many novels in the pipeline so please be patient Thank you taking the time to read this an enjoy. Jessica pulled into the truck stop in Albany New York at ten thirty. The nighttime temperatures dropped quickly and the roads had become a slick, cold wintry mess. The gentle wisp...
"She's avoiding me," Carmen said, sipping at her coffee. She was sat in Stacy's office once more, both taking their slight reprieve from the first rush of the day, though neither could afford to take long. In the last week, the flood of customers had worsened, as had their insistence that Carmen be front and centre. Stacy had said business on Carmen's off-da...
~Hi lovelies! I'm glad to hear that most of you are enjoying the story. I appreciate the comments immensely, please keep the constructive critism coming and also any other comments. Enjoy.~ It has been about three months since our little cabin adventure and now winter is in full swing. Thankfully in North Carolina it's not as bad as it could be but it is st...