Author's Note: This will get violent again, but the violence will not be sexual. Also, I recently submitted a story in which I noted that I was still working on this one, but I don't know when or if it will be approved of and published. So, if you read that one, and get confused when you see that this last chapter here is already done, then at least you'll k...
Annabeth was sitting back in Collin's all too familiar office, on his dark leather couch. It wasn't exactly the place she wanted to be at the moment. This was the place Collin basically told her she was his mate and where they shared their first kiss. And now she had ruined it all with her selfishness and off the charts issues. She needed to fix this. She si...
To my friends, I would like to thank each one of you who has kindly left me feedback, whether it was here or in a private message. It is much appreciated. Thanks Kath x ****** Jack and Dan made their way over to the bed; both their cocks were once again starting to show signs of life. Somehow they managed to get me lying on my back between them. They too...
I sat across a gunmetal gray table from her. The worn table had chips along the edges and knicks on its top from long years of hard service, and it was not at all out of place amid the drab cinder block walls of the windowless basement office. I looked right at her intently. Occasionally, she would look up and, finding herself locked in eye contact with me,...
I was tired, sore, in need of a long hot shower, and a change of clothes. I desperately needed to get rid of the stink of shit and blood. Instead, despondently, I headed back down the stairs to get the gun out of the Land Rover. Yeah. Same old story. It was a Monday. Mid morning. My wife had supposedly left for an exhibition and conference in Brussels. But...
Letter from the author: This story is about Female domination, humiliation and cuckolding. The main character has a small cock and therefore feels inferior. If this is not your cup of tea, please go read something else. For those who do enjoy that, please read on. Thanks to all those who commented on the last two chapters. Feel free to e-mail me feedback as...
I I am—or was until very recently—a professor of English at a small but very expensive New England college. I had worked there for about 30 years—from the age of thirty—and while retirement was mandatory at the age of 65, I decided to take mine at 60 and devote what remained of my life to writing. One of the first things I decided to write about was Kaci,...
Author's note: Again, a huge "Thank You" to bikoukumori, my editor, for cleaning up the mess I made. This is part 2 of an ongoing series. If you stumbled upon this by accident, I encourage you to read "Ghost in the machine #1: Cat killed Curiosity" before diving in here. And before I forget: There are only adults in this story and no artificial intelligenc...
My travels resumed with a vengeance. The following Friday I returned to find Linda having her period. Uncomfortable and irritable, she invoked the "if I can't have it, neither can you" model of familial relations. I flew off again. She picked me up at the Marta station the next Friday. "Jack, you don't look too good." "It must have been the lunch I ate. I'...
Joanne Wallman had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. She had been walking in the same path over and over so many times that she no longer knew where she was going, if anywhere at all. A life where her children had made up her entire life, where nothing else would exist. It was when the children had move out, leaving her in an empty world of her own, t...