I've been a counselor at the Home for Wayward Women for five years. The behavioral indiscretions of the women at the Home range from kleptomania to nymphomania. Most of the women are sincerely trying to rehabilitate. But there are a few who have no intentions of changing their wayward ways. One of those few is Norma Hoffman. Norma came to the Home a year ag...
Natalia was always the dominant type, though she never really did anything about it. She was a nympho though; we fucked about six times a night, every night; and when I wasn’t working, we spent the day making love. I remember, when we fucked, she’d put her finger up my ass; at first I felt a bit embarrassed about it. "You like that don’t you?" She sa...
Dearest lover, I just arrived home, and there is no one home. I am very pleased about that. I go into the house and put my belongings on the desk and head to my bedroom. The first thing I have to do is take off my shoes! Mmmmm, wiggle my toes. I wander around the room putting things away, slowly taking off my work clothes, looking for something comfortable...
Center for Disease Control Lab Gemini 12 Two MPs guided the young woman down the corridor toward observation room alpha. She was young, approximately 25 with pin straight red hair and sedated to the point that she was having difficulty walking on her own. She wore a hospital gown and paper slippers, she didn’t notice that her legs had stopped moving and that...
Okay, but really - gods exist. Small g. If you believe in the big G type, then I can't prove it nor disprove it. Live your life the way you feel is right, no problem. But below the Absolute, but far, far above us mortals, exist certain unusual beings. Are they good? Are they evil? Well, most of the time, they are just alien and they keep to themselves. Every...
Beginning in the late 2020s, a strange rumor began to pop up on forum sites. Mysterious posts would appear and then disappear an hour later. They would advertise something called, 'Transformation and Titillation' claiming it was the best game show on the internet followed by a hyperlink and a warning that only those eighteen and older could view the content....
Dark clouds build up along the coast. Seagulls fly high in the sky moving north bound in long circular motions further away from the old stone tower. Trees ready to be lifted from their roots as the wind blows through the terrain. Rain pours from the sky making visibility nearly impossible on the old dirt road leading toward the old lighthouse. Once stood as...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
It had been a long, intense day of travel, but even as the sun started to dip over the edge of the horizon, the last few steps were taken, and you looked upon a gaping crevasse, the entrance into the dreaded halls of Drath'nalak. Inside was rumored to be wealth beyond measure, anything from simple piles of gold to enchanted jewelry, magic tomes, technologica...