A story I wrote way back in 2005 for another site. I improved it a bit and thought I'd share it here. ***** When Victoria turned eighteen in 1837, it was decided that she should be tutored in the ways of politics by William Lamb, the Prime Minister, better known by his title Lord Melbourne. Finally breaking free of her mother's domineering influence, she r...
He walked through the rows of desks to his office, deep in thought as he recalled the important meeting that had just ended. He noticed all the desks were empty. It must be pretty late, he passively thought to himself, or perhaps just low attendance due to the ongoing pandemic? Something about the meeting left him feeling tense, he looked forward to going ho...
When I woke up, the feeling in my penis had returned. Everything seemed normal and I was relieved and happy about that. Julia asked me if everything was ok when she came into the bathroom. I confirmed that everything seemed normal. She looked relieved but she did tell me that we may have to experiment with that a bit. A few days later, I found the lidocaine...
Darla got the attention of the ladies and had them resume their seats on the sofas circling the slave. He has become uncomfortable on the exam table, restrained with his legs spread wide in the stirrups. The slave was returned with his cock and balls red and raw from over use during the last twenty-four hours. His balls were empty of the saline solution whic...
Please check out Laura the Canvas parts 1 & 2 before reading this! ***** Laura had always been a bit of a lone wolf. Her parents had gone to prison when she was 16 for tax fraud and money laundering, and she had become an emancipated minor having no other family to turn to. So much of her time since that day had been taken up with focusing on work and scho...
Chapter One After a lovely weekend with Everett, it was back to school and work for the rest of the week. As before, he would text me and tell me what to wear each day. In turn, I would text him a picture of what I looked like before leaving. We had fallen into a nice routine. I continued to journal my thoughts and sent them to him for review. Some of the n...
At some point sitting in the tub, we both fell asleep. Ms. Laura woke up first and climbed out. As she did I opened my eyes. She started to dry off with her towel. "I guess we fell asleep there sexy," she wrapped the towel around her middle section, "it's almost six o'clock." I looked over at the clock by the bed and sure enough it was 5:54. "Where were y...
(Special thanks to JohnnyRottencrotch for suggesting the scenario for this story.) This time last year, an archaeologist and her assistant arrived in the Chihuahuan Desert from the UK to research ancient Native American sites. For whatever reason, that assistant had returned. David rented a cheap, beat-up car and drove for what seemed like hours to the...
For the third day in a row, there was a gift left on the door mat, waiting to ruin my day in an increasingly fantastical manner. I stared down at the little wooden box, tempted to smash it under my foot, squashing the contents and rendering the inevitable note within unreadable. The moment passed, however, and with a sense of weary resignation I picked it u...
Warning: this NSFW erotic fiction is about a trans woman's chance encounter with The Goddess of Passion and the resulting radical changes to her body as the deity grants her a boon both to apologize and, of course, advance her own agenda. So if breast and penis expansion, women getting swole, light femdom, sex changes, or reality warping are not things you e...