Author's note: This is a 10 part story, with two POV characters. The setting is very mildly futuristic, but mostly alternate dimension. My warnings would be some violence (not particularly graphic), and unlawful characters behaving badly. I welcome all feedback, positive or negative. --- David I think the pettiest thing that annoyed me while growing up,...
Shania's short story. Shania sits at her computer in her semi-darkened bedroom. Her privacy is assured as her family are out at her aunt's house until ten o'clock. She is wearing a grey cotton T-shirt and pink panties. The evening is warm enough to leave the windows open. She is home from Nielson's College for the summer break. She has time to spare. She d...
Reliving My Youth Pt II (Back to the Future) After everything that happened earlier, I was a bit embarrassed when I rang Josie later that evening. "That was a bit unexpected." I mumbled. "I know." She whispered back. "Are we ...okay?" "I hope so; but it's not everyday I get into a threesome with my best friend and a pornographer; is it?" I laughed. "B...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Dramatis Personae: Steve Pearson Installation Supervisor Aged 25 Son of Nancy Pearson Deborah Pearson HR Director Aged 22 Daughter of John & Margaret John Gibson Managing Director Aged 43 Father of Deborah Margaret Gibson Sales Director Aged 41 Mother of Deborah Doug Gibson...
NOTE: The protagonists of this story are foster siblings, not biological siblings. For me that is a neat way to side-step the more distasteful, biological aspects of incest stories; yet it still has a bit of that forbidden, titillating, taboo-appeal in terms of the emotional side of a brother-sister relationship – which I've tried to expound upon in this fir...
This is my entry to the winter holiday 2020 contest, I hope you enjoy this story enough to vote and read my other stories. If you follow me you will also get notifications of any new stories as they are published. This story is based in the 1980s, within the sub-culture of motorcyclists or bikers, so the vernacular may be a little courser than is usual in m...
"Take me to the fuckin' hospital...I want this baby out now." I growl through gritted teeth to anyone that would listen but especially to the dark skinned young man holding my hand and rubbing my lower back as I leaned against his shoulder in the birthing pool. "We are almost there, Lizzie. You're doing perfect...he'll be here soon." His voice was infuriati...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 8: Turning Things On for Debbie Mum was back at work the day after Boxing Day and I went into the garden centre as I had arranged for some suppliers to make deliveries and I had work that I wanted to g...
She rides, she shudders. She sucks air into her throat, says Ooh as it cools her. She squeezes your knees with fingers so tense the knuckles have turned white. She swishes her head down and you wrap your fingers around black and yellow hair. Regrowth is coming through, fresh, happy hair pushing the sad hair away. She's facing away, twisting and shimmying on...
The Arrangement It was an accident, really. I'm a middle-aged guy, divorced from the witch of the world, with four grown kids who don't want to know me. Fortunately, there's Dot. She's blonde and petite and vivacious, and we met at work, by chance, really. I'd gone to the wrong conference room and interrupted a meeting. Glancing around the table, I knew my...