Is it possible to miss arguing? As I laid there next to Keith one Sunday morning, the thought rambled aimlessly through my mind. Last year this time we'd reached the point in our relationship where either you decide you like the constant drama of your fiery disagreements or you are so exhausted from them that you are ready to say "to hell with the entire mar...
For two years, trapped among the frozen waves of a wormhole anomaly in a part of space known as the Dream Zone, is a matriarchal society from another universe called the Cavaliers. They became stuck in the swirling quagmire when the energy drained out of a wormhole as they came through. Outside of the lead ship is a sleeper tube with the Oredal Queen of the...
... He watched her as she slowly rotated while washing her hair, offering an enticing little wiggle for his benefit as she did so. She stood just over five foot six inches in her six-inch heels, with the toned body of a curvy little jazz dancer. He had always loved the shape of her ass and her incredibly pert little breasts that had recently been adorned wit...
Claire, she was beautiful in the eyes of every one who passed by her. She'd considered herself a goddess really, being in the peak of womanhood, having a body that was hard-earned with years of exercise, effort, and a whole plethora of amazing genetics. She never imagined she'd find herself here... now, with all that she is. Think of it? Claire, a beautiful...
Please read the first part first. This is a complete work of fiction. We are all adults here. ***** Monica struggled through the next hour and a half or so. Her dress was rubbing her stiff nipples into incredible sensitivity, and with each movement her breasts felt torturously delicious. Her panties were soaked through into her dress and her nerves w...
Confessions and Giving in After the best part of eighteen years, I've been reunited with my childhood best friend, Emily, a school friend and swimming partner. It came about because after a failed marriage, I moved back to my home town; it came about also because my mother encouraged me to rediscover the swimming pool, a place where I'd been happy and comf...
Eric looked down at the brown-speckled pill in the palm of his hand with guilty indecision. The "vitamin" was one of the last dozen or so that he had. He started to pick the herbal supplement up from his palm and then hesitated as he stared at his hands. He felt his body tremble slightly with the small step of betrayal he was about to take. These were the sa...
Minerva By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Minerva chapter 02 I was twenty-one that summer, and I was making one of my twice yearly obligatory visits to my only surviving relatives. Uncle Ernie – my father's brother – and aunt Gertrude his matriarchal wife - and latterly my surrogate mother - at their rather grand hotel on the south coast. To say my Uncle...
The night was going really well. It was a formal dinner, that my very dear friend had invited me to; a bunch of her workmates had invited us to a black-tie dinner at a very fancy restaurant, for the benefit of some-charity-or-other. Forgive me if I can't remember all the details, for I had spent too long memorising only the particulars that mattered to me....
My name is Paula Jean-Guillaume. And today is my wedding day. To most young women, it's one of the happiest days of their lives. To me, it's a day of apprehension and uncertainty. Such is the life of a Werewolf in North America. Yeah, that's what I am. Not that you would know unless I told you. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy, with dark brown ski...