I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
Jake continued to stare in stunned disbelief at Kenzie, dripping wet and still tied in the corner. The referee was still fumbling at her wrists from the apron, even after the little slut's entrance music had finally died down. And speaking of... He had just stared to look up at the entrance ramp up where the blonde was just disappearing behind the curt...
This story contains sexual encounters between a human and various kinds of futanari monster girls, so if this is not your thing, you may not want to continue reading. All people engaged in sexual activities in the story are aged 18 years or older. Much, much older. --------------- Maxwell was a weak, sickly, little kid, and now he wasn't sick anymore, but...
I heard the chime, a soft bong that let me know I was needed at the door. It was Friday night, and we had a good crowd. I caught my bartenders' eye and motioned towards the door. It usually took two of us to keep up on the weekend, but this wouldn't take long. It was probably an invited guest, arriving late. I'd verify they were on the list, let them into t...
The city sprawled out both sides of the river like a concrete jungle, with its skyscrapers, rising like fingers into the air. The vista provided a picturesque scene through the wide windows of Maria Kelly's apartment. To Maria it was the start of another day as a successful journalist working for the City Times. She felt good about her mission in life at p...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* "Last year, last year, last year," Charlie Whitman muttered to himself as he trudged up the steps of Centennial Hi...
Chapter five: Kat's Wild Weekend in London Part 1 This is module two, chapter five part one. This is a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. In module one, our m...
Flickering flames along the wall cast long shadows which melted into the darkness in the dimly lit club. On a high platform at the front, a band played a lively tune, the lead singer crooning a song of lust and love. The words were lost in the heavy rhythm, the beat of drums echoing within the thick stone walls. The tune reverberated on the dance floor, wh...
All That Glitters -- Ch 8 A bold suggestion to the Chief of the Navy, politics Raymond makes a suggestion to the Chief of the Navy that will lead to many new adventures, new enemies and politics get in the way. Because of the amount of abbreviations in this story, I include a glossary: Adm. Admiral, naval rank (see Cmdr.) -- above a captain Capt. Captai...
Prologue Caroline gestured off stage and the first young lady strutted out and crossed the width of the stage. Her waist-borne name medallion said 'Pamela'. Pamela had shoulder length straight blonde hair with a mid-height stature and a Wonderbra-style bikini top cradling a grand pair of mammaries. Her high-heeled model stride jostled the buttressed chest m...