Ninety-year-old Rhys Shaftesbury still found himself breaking into tears at thoughts or mention of his wife, Gail, two weeks after her death. They'd had a wonderful, passionate life together, but cancer finally struck her frail body down at the age of eighty-five. For the past fortnight, condolences and sympathies from colleagues, friends, and acquaintances...
This story is part 3 in a series. While all stories may be read independently they are best enjoyed as a collection. The third portion of this series finds the slave Siannon enduring the next portion of her examination with Dr. Master & Nurse Svetla...pain tolerance! While these works are fiction, they are inspired by real events between a D/s couple and fri...
This is the end of this short series. I want to say thank you all for reading. Most of this is edited (maybe poorly) by myself as I tried contacting a volunteer editor and received no response. I will now take a break and will probably start on another story when I have more time. Work is currently demanding more from me right now. Thank you for all the rat...
It has been a long time since I posted, real life is what it is... This offering is a multi-chapter marital strife drama written with an erotic flair that utilizes a most unusual plot device... I wish to thank the following for their excellent help, and most of all for their encouragement to persevere: Laptopwriter, DeYaken, and Robert. The input provide...
As always, huge thanks to bikoukumori, for squashing bugs and asking uncomfortable questions that make me work even harder. There's only adults playing here, and no artificial intelligences were harmed. #7: Cat in the crosshairs Even after more than two weeks, Dad was still furious with Rich and me. He revoked online access for the both of us and change...
#3: Cat at the Cradle Author's note: A huge "Thank You" to bikoubumori, for slicing through the tangle of errors I made, leaving a much better story behind. There's only adults in this story, and no artificial intelligences have been harmed. And also please note that this story contains a little bit of m/m play, which may or may not turn you off, dependin...
"Is it safe?" Dey asked. A moment later, Loki managed to translate her question, which came out of her cellphone in what the locals sometimes referred to as 'English'. The muggy heat of the uptown Georgetown was filled with the babble of dozens of human languages and dozens of alien languages and a truly preposterous number of mosquito. Despite the best effo...
My cries had turned to a silent agony, contorting my face as I gripped the sodden pillow. Not only had I lost my unborn child, but I also felt more alone right now than I ever had in my life. The hospital bed was horribly hard, making it impossible to sleep. Every pore of my body seemed to ache. To wail in mourning when my voice no longer could. Yet I took...
"Paradise." I shielded my eyes with one hand, looking out over the tremendous expanse of granite and ice, then shrugged with one shoulder as I turned back to Claudia. "You know. Give or take maybe one or two thousand years. Call it two." A light, freezing wind blew around us both, bone-dry; for all the ice, the place was technically a desert. No snowstorms...
It was bright and early the following Saturday morning when Francine walked cheerfully into the kitchen to the sight of two teens and an alien, all with heads down in their cereal bowls. It had been a week since she and Stan had their "Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy" session with Roger in his guise as Dr. Penguin. Stan had been preoccupied with work as u...