Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18 or the close-minded. It may be illegal in some areas too. :( Please also note that it is not a true story, instead merely a fantasy. Real events may be referenced and real names, likenesses, and other personal details of celebrities...
Chapter 1 Melissa King was having coffee at a café with sisters Una and Donna, mothers of boys and both accepting the time to birth at least one daughter had passed. That's why they remained focused on with the progressive development from the cradle and the latest news of their 22-year-old niece Linda, Melissa's only child. Tears forming, Melissa told h...
A massive thanks to Nora Fares for being my very first editor ever (after all these years I finally bit the bullet team) and to the great Randi Black for another inspired event. Here it is then. It was a very dull overcast day in the History Department of the large West Country University, and post-graduate student Holly Cogdale picked up her one-hundred-a...
((Please enjoy, comment.)) CAUTION: Heresy ahead. If you are triggered by things such as mamono women pushing captured humans into servitude, turn back and report to Nun Aurelia for a debrief. YEAR: 2 Years after Megiddo. Maou is seemingly dead, and both sides are in disarray. Another skirmish. Grimdark summary : Captured by dark elves and tamed/dragged i...
I was bored. Miserably, horribly, completely bored. When the fall semester began the drunken frat party that was Halloween on my college campus was the furthest thing from my mind. I was 28, unmarried, and teaching was getting stale. I was involved with my church group; oddly enough our occasional missions to forsaken hellholes actually provided me with a...
Edited by Deep Blue C ***** Jim Cravens stood in the motel doorway, breathing in the beach air, the salty tang waking him further from his sleep as he looked at his car parked just a few feet away, the morning mist dripping from the maroon paint. He debated whether to walk or drive to the diner down the street and mentally flipping a coin, decided that dri...
"Becca? Hey, it's me. Listen, can you take Dad to the doctor on Friday?" "Oh, hey Taryn. I'd love to but I have that retreat, remember?" "Oh, right. I totally forgot," her sister replied. "I can't get off work again that soon. If you can't take him, what are we gonna do? Those Visiting Saints charge a hundred dollars for four hours, and I don't know about...
All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. * Brad looked questioningly at Andrea. This was a big deal, getting asked back to the boss's for a drink. He looked at his wife with a smile that said...'We should really do this!' "Well honey, what do you say?..." he asked hopefully. "It's so nice of you to ask us! That would be very n...
*** A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like to be women (which includes me!) *** It really all began in late-ish teenage for me. OK so I realise now there had been signs before that, but I'd not paid them much notice. Little things, significant now that I could put them into context, but seemingly unimportant at first....
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...