Disclaimer: This story contains sexual content between a male and futanari, shemale, etc. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. All characters referenced are 18 years old (or older). Thank You and Enjoy. ***** Abducted ... by Aliens Prologue: Unknown to the people of Earth, alien spaceships ha...
Author's note: Hi guys. I've been a huge fan of this site and its brilliant authors and enjoyed the stories for many years. I really feel like trying something on my own. This is the first story I've ever written like this. Positive criticism will really help. About the story, it is mostly fictional created by some ideas from some real life experiences of mi...
*****This story will make more sense if you read "Her plans fall together" first. Back at work after a red-eye night of driving home, she kept quiet and feigned illness. She felt as if everyone she spoke to knew about what she'd done. How do they know? Could they see it? Had Curtis recognized her? No...no! of course not. He doesn't even know my name. S...
Dear Mademoiselle Gardinier, Apologies for my delay in responding to your letters. I have been touring the country with my new colleague, Professor Van Herten, who I met at a medical conference in Brussels. He is a leading specialist in Europe of Paroxysm. We are working closely on some new methodologies that will enable the patient to experience sensations...
Background... My name is Mateo, but almost all my American friends and family call me Matt. Even my Mother, a beautiful Latina who was swept off her feet by my American father when he arrived in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico in the early 1950s. When the war ended, Dad took advantage of the GI bill to get his undergraduate degree, but he always dreamed of be...
"I said, hold her down!" "Let go of me!" "I'm trying, but she's fighting me like a wild animal." "What did you do to him? Grant!" "Three cc's Kalmital, stat." "Get off me, you fuck!" "She's too small for such a high dose." "Where's Grant? "Gahhh! She spit on me!" "WHERE IS HE?" "That filthy little pervert spit on me!" "Get that damn sedative bef...
Tocka is something that none of my American friends will understand. It's the deepest, most painful emotion that one can experience. It's a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, and a vague restlessness. I was tossing and turning in bed with the blanket already thrown across the room. The sticky warm blend of sweat and stale air was all...
This is a flash story: no character development, nothing in-depth, nothing serious, written just for fun. I have a sense of humor, twisted maybe, and this is gallows humor. ***** In a small meeting room outside a courtroom in a county seat in rural Iowa. Scott Jones and his three friends were talking with their court appointed lawyer before their hearing....
"Mr. Wardley?" The nurse smiled down at him. "The doctor will see you now." Tim tossed his magazine aside and followed the young woman down a long hallway perforated by innumerable doorways. Some of the doors bore comprehensible legends, such as LIGHT ROOM or IRRIGATION. Others were festooned with abbreviations he couldn't interpret. The nurse halted before...
Chapter 05: Denial and Disobedience It was impossible to sleep. The days were a challenge, as I was given work around the hospital and expected to perform diligently despite the corset that cut my breath shallow and the strap that dug between my legs. Simply moving about caused the stays to clasp and the leather to rub me, building a tantalizing friction...