So, this is coming a little late. I got very tired this last week then on top of that I got frustrated with the site. Either way, this is the last of this series but I've decided to not make it the last of this story. Enjoy. *********************************************** Hana watched the pink water swirl down the drain as she washed the blood off of her....
Roger had spent the whole morning helping Georgina tidy up Richard's things they found little of his. They ploughed through the material detritus of two vibrant but criminally shortened lives. "He obviously kept his stuff at the airfield. I'll deliver this stuff to his Commanding Officer so he can forward it to his family with his other possessions. What ar...
Weeks had passed since our weekend camping trip where we had witnessed the decadent initiation rite of the bikers. Strangely, it had exposed some aspects of my wife's sexuality that were new to me. There had been a few times where one of us had made a passing comment about the event, but we had not discussed it in any detail. I think at part of it, at least...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic sto...
When my mother, Beatrice Jeannot-Durand, A.K.A. Granny Bea, sat me down and told me that I was part Wolf, I looked at the tall, slender and dark-skinned old Haitian woman and resisted the urge to laugh in her face. After all, this was the woman who partially raised me, and even though I didn't always care for her cryptic statements or bitter, cynical sense o...
Tonight after a nasty couple of days, I thought I'd be able to relax. I knew I was being invited over for dinner and I thought it would be different this time. When I arrived, Marguerite made me take off everything, even my chastity belt. "What's going on?" I asked. " I dressed for this party, and now you've undressed me." I kept wanting to touch my prick,...
In 1998, Halloween landed on a Saturday night. I was 32 years old, which means I had already been sober for over 5 years. That said, I can neither blame alcohol, nor reckless youth for what transpired that night. My band Mistress was scheduled to play that night at a private club. A typical off-road, VFW, or Union Hall, or Water Buffalo Lodge type venue. W...
Author's notes: The following is a spin-off to the story "F.A.M.S. Addiction and Recovery" and has ties to "Birth Simulation Kit 01: Instructions" and "The Implant Pt. 02" This piece is for reading amusement only. The business, website, products, and requests are all fiction. ***** FAMS (Female Addiction to Masturbation in Secret) is an incredibly seriou...
CHAPTER 1 The ruggedly handsome guy with long black hair and very pale complexion leaned back on the chair in the half-empty Starbucks and wished he'd chosen a coffee that tasted like coffee. Idly he studied three under thirties women at a table who were dressed like businesswomen. He winked at one and she turned away embarrassed and their heads went togeth...
I am out of bed and dressed before the sun even rises. Val, Cross, and Oasis sleep soundly across the bed. I gather up my gear, leaving the Consort weapons here. I sip tea as I read into memory a dozen spells. Daggers, wands, and a heap of pissed off, I slip downstairs and out the back door. I take two aerial servants with me and have them scout around for a...