For the next few days, I barely breathed. I arrived at work early, completing all my assigned duties and then helping others. I was a very good girl. I didn't think the men were going to report me, but I still worried. I loved my job and would hate to lose it. Plus, I had become accustomed to the the extra money and the use of the gym facilities. I returne...
It was my last chance and it was going well. I sat across from Mouse watching her stare down at her coffee. It was awkward, neither of us knowing what to say, not knowing how to break the ice. I felt the seconds pass. I felt the minutes pass. It was all to the good I thought. She'll see there was never anything there. It was just all fluff and air as everyth...
To work from home is a challenge. The television remote a foot away, a solitaire game ready on a mouse click, a hired secretary to fantasize over, distractions. All this when he has to concentrate on typing his next hardcover. Not much excitement writing on social economics for a well known business publisher. At lease he is able to work in comfort. No stiff...
Chapter 5: Love, Music, and a Brief Respite. The capital of Monstergirls, Reikshold, had been rebuilt after cultists of the former monster lord attempted to kill Agrat, the current, benevolent monster empress. Passing by the safe zone for young humans where decency laws applied, both Anubises, Saakali, and Otep, slowly passed the streets full of working m...
Dear Dirty Diary, My darling husband returned today after his five day, late September fishing trip to Schooner Lake. After thorough questioning it turned out he'd gotten a little apprehensive being all alone up there amongst the wailing loons and spirits of dead Algonquin Indians. He swears there's some kind of energy around the fire pit on the island that...
She scrubbed at the floor, glancing fearfully over her shoulder now and again, waiting to hear the sound of her new master's voice. At least, she thought, this one let me keep my shift on. The silence of the house was the most unnerving aspect of her new captivity; after the raucous atmosphere preferred by her step-mother and sisters, the soundlessness was r...
Note: This is the first chapter in what could turn out to be a much longer story if the readers would like to hear more. Please feel free to send feedback. I enjoy hearing from you. As always, votes of 5 are greatly appreciated. – DD. Michael sat alone in his office on a Friday evening. He was finishing up a proposal for a big sales pitch on Monday and didn...
Previous Choice: Draw his gun. Words wouldn't work with men like these. Promises made by blackmailers were as empty as a Troll's morals. Deckard had a rule, one he had kept to throughout his time as a lone operator out on the frontier. It was a simple rule, but it had saved his life more than once as a Sheriff on Tasitov: He never drew his gun withou...
My name is Steve and I'm 27 years old. My wife, Arlene is 24. We married right out of college and everything in our life was normal. Until we began taking pictures. I was surfing the net one night looking at the adult ads and downloading pictures of naked women when my wife, Arlene walked into the den. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Looking at some swin...
Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people and events is purely coincidental. This is a work of erotic fiction intended to be read by people over 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) where reading erotic fiction is legal. Story © Kardas, Tyu © herself. Tyu stepped through a set of automatic doors, blinking rep...