The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18) Chapter 1 Thursday, May 26, 1994 Jessica wasn't like the other girls. Crouching against the brick wall of her high school, she hid the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her strawberry blonde locks furthe...
Author's Note: I have had this story stuck in my head for some time, I hope you enjoy it and it is a bit long. Don't worry, I will get back to my other stories soon, promise. "Edited 20/07/14" * * * Jake looks at his watch in frustration, they should have been at the Cabin hours ago. Mike is driving through the woods, looking at his Sat-nav like he wants t...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
"I love old fashioned discipline, Sir... manacles..." she taunted. "Educated men who know what they want... and who won't blush or go squeamy when they get what they want." "Squeamy...great word. But be careful what you wish for." The next Friday, I brought home a leather collar, like a dog collar, but with silver chains running to adjustable nipple clamps...
"Hello dear, come right in...you are five minutes late! Here at Kellogg College we insist on punctuality, but we are also understanding and knowing you just enrolled we will allow for your adjusting to our standards." "I am Ms. Daniels, Dean of our Pony Girl Program. I was informed that you saw our 'Ponies' perform at Registration Day and indicated interest...
Erin woke with a start. Her eyes opened wide, staring at the dark ceiling above her head. Had she heard a sound? A bump came from downstairs, and she sat straight up, clutching the blanket to her breast. She lived alone, with no pets or feasible causes of bumps in the night. Her imagination turned to intruders. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with s...
This story is based on the experiences that I had in South Carolina several years ago * The thirteen of us had bought a large house for our sabbats and other religious and nonreligious gatherings, although only the seven of us who had no children actually live there. We bought it in the South, so more often than not it was warm enough for us to hold our m...
Landica, Book I, Croft Prologue Fabresio Croft was born a poor boy in the north. At the age of nineteen, a war with the Western Realms began. Fabresio joined his king's army. After just five years, Fabresio had become a military leader, it was his garrison that broke the line, his garrison the conquered the Western Capitol. Because he showed bravery and s...
Jenabel had spent all day Saturday sequestering herself in her small house on the compound. She had found that knowing the truth was one thing, accepting it was quite another. The day passed with Jenabel swinging between every emotion on the scale as well as a few she had no definition for. From wracking sobs, lamenting the life she would never have, to bri...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...