This is a story, based on real people, about some events that happened years ago. It's highly embellished and changes to some things were made to bring it in to this era. Like mobile phones for example, which didn't exist at the time. All the names have been changed. The only characters I actually had any sexual contact of any kind with were the ones referre...
I had arranged to attend a meeting that morning. It had been a while since I had actually been to work, and what I needed to do was make some contacts in person. My husband away in Newcastle and my mother staying at my house to keep my children occupied gave me that great opportunity. Easter had just been and gone over the past weekend and it had been a quie...
In Boscovia the old magic runs deep and like most unwelcome ancient traditions, sticks around long past its expiration date. It's a small country, a little to the east of Germany, a little to the west of Russia. One that you could look right over if you didn't know what you were looking for. Sayra shivered as a chill breeze from the frozen section blew over...
I feel this story needs a quick intro. This was inspired by one of the first pieces of erotic fiction I ever read, The Factory by Tr_Veller. It's a similar story, but it's with a genetic girl and not as much sex, still it was an amazing piece. I tried reaching out for permission to basically borrow the idea and take a trans spin on it, but haven't heard back...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Eighth Tale: Rout of a Pimp Piotr (called Peter throughout this tale) was one of the pimps running the brothel where Eva, Aurora, Camille, Gida and Larissa were enslaved by their illegal status and debt to the people smugglers. He had been caught during the...
*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. *.* "Anyway, we're in his car," Anna Lynne chattered. "Right there?" Terri asked. "Right there, I mean, Takes me to...
Authors Note: Thank you for the words of encouragement. Please note that for the most part, I'm making this up as I go, so there may be some slight continuity errors that I glazed over (heh) before submitting. That being said, I do have a few big plot changes lined up for later in the story . Once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated, and thank you for...
If you are reading this from the location of my publishing you would know this is a wife sharing/cuckolding story. If you're not into stories with this kind of content please politely move on as this isn't for you. If you're the type of psycho that just likes to write ignorant comments without an explanation or helpful advice: get fucked idiot!! For the rest...
'And this is where the milk is stored.' I looked up at the big metal containers that filled the room. Pipes spiralled out of them and into the walls, reaching far into the facility beyond. A truck pulled into the loading bay, filling the room with the echoing roar of its engine. 'IT GOES FROM HERE TO THE BOTTLING PLANT!' Jodie shouted over the noise of the...
Ah but when I hear the laughter 'Round a jangling country fair Or hear a pennywhistler In a merry market square In a field of twilight children Her face is laughing up at me And then she ain't nothing but time -Tony Bird, "Nothing But Time" Eddie was hard at work on the latest brief for the factory management when the whistle blew down the street. He look...