An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the p...
In Parts One, Two and Three, I introduce Paula to my farm by taking her on a walk, aiming to show her the patch of bush on it. We encounter the pond, a number of small meadows, the bush track skirting the stream, and then the steep narrow zigzag track up the hill. Handing me her skirt, exposing her pantied butt, Paula accompanies me into the Bush, We scrambl...
This story contains sex and gender change shenanigans as well as brief gay sex. If either of those things would bother you, I would hit back now. ***** Thinking back, it was the silent car ride as Kris and Rob returned from a gathering with his family nearly nine months ago at New Years that kicked everything off. Their continuing struggle, which was reall...
Derrick had gone numb, from all that he'd seen when he was formulating this plan; NOTHING could survive that plasma blast. A voice was talking to him but he was so numb, he couldn't move, couldn't speak, nothing. As Derrick continued to stare, he felt a chair behind him bump the back of his legs, he don't know if he sat, or didn't know if he fell or was push...
Marcella Henry has discovered that the sentient computer she watches over at night can do more than just calculations. She has also discovered that it sexually satisfies her in a way she didn't think was possible. Is it time to take that relationship to the next level? This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read th...
Dear diary, Lol what am I saying, me a XX-year-old starts off this with "hello diary", my chores must be getting to me. Anyhow, hello future me, or whomever finds this, the reason I began to write here is because recently some strange things had begun to transpire here in my home.Writing about it will help me mentally, so for the next few years I w...
Rebekah let out an annoyed sigh from the back of the van. "How much freak'n longer?!?" She spouted up to the front. Rebekah was on her way to a popular beach with her family. The car ride had been several hours and she was having second thoughts about it before even departing. Her boyfriend back home wasn't too happy about her going without him. It...
She was still beautiful, she knew. Violet had a sleek, tall figure; expansive, voluptuous hips capped by her firmly muscled ass. The hairdryer evaporated the water from dark bronze hair, freshly washed and styled. "...And in other news, Customers at a McDonalds in Tallahassee were treated to a visual as well as culinary feast today." intoned the smoothly pr...
Okay, but really - gods exist. Small g. If you believe in the big G type, then I can't prove it nor disprove it. Live your life the way you feel is right, no problem. But below the Absolute, but far, far above us mortals, exist certain unusual beings. Are they good? Are they evil? Well, most of the time, they are just alien and they keep to themselves. Every...
Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...