Bella sat with her husband, Clarance, trying to enjoy the fine spring weather. Unfortunately for her, Clarance had to ruin it with his boorish voice. "Andrew Johnson deserved to win the election!" he boomed, cake spewing from his mouth. Bella tried to hold back the disgust on her face. "What was that, dear?" "Have you not been listening to me, woman?" O...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Monique, a Personal Trainer and YouTube personality, walked in on her fiancé of three years in bed with another woman. She took Trey's betrayal hard and went on an unplanned hiatus from men. Eight months later, her best friend convinced her to go out for a night of clubbing. Monique was still recovering from heartbreak, so she...
After the long and dangerous trek through the Evergreen Forest, Brist had almost forgotten how good it felt to plunge his head beneath the surface of clean, non-drugged autumn meltwater and let his curly bleached-white hair be swept from his eyes by the ferocity of the flow. Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten how terrible it felt. He burst out of t...
How long had they wandered through this shadowed landscape? Everything around them seemed familiar, but off. The trees over there, normally healthy and green, had a purplish tinge, as if she was seeing them through a filter. This pocket dimension, if that is what it was, had dangers aplenty. When the cataclysm arrived, she had been refilling the water caske...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
This story is a longer version of the story I entered into the "2020 April Fool's" competition. A few people commented that my entry was too short. The trouble was that, if I had added to it, then this would have detracted from the 'twist' that was key to my "April Fool's" plot. So here is a slightly longer version which isn't really about April Fool's now....
I came to consciousness slowly, like floating up from deep under water. I could hear a woman's voice singing softly. My eyes fluttered, still not awake enough to open fully, and I could make out a figure in the middle of the floor. I got the impression the figure was swaying or dancing. A little voice cooed and I finally forced myself completely awake. There...
A small tale for our times, being my entry for the "Love the Ones..." story event. May we all find our own lamp. + Duster in hand, Tammy looked around the shuttered shop. Its owner, her uncle, was down with the virus, leaving her in charge of Azdem's Antiques. Conveniently, the job came with a small furnished apartment above the store. Actually, given...
We grew harder, that winter. Leaner. We were warriors, and believed that we were already hard men. But the rough living made us even tougher. Borna looked more wolf-like all the time. Khoren began to remind me of a starving bear. I didn't need a looking-glass to know that it was happening to me, too. I could feel it, almost - the fat burning away, leaving o...