Preface - This story is adapted from a movie I recently re-watched after many years. I don't want to say which movie, so as to avoid "spoilers". But if you have seen that superb movie, you will recognize it and know the general direction in which this story will unfold. However, I have tried to really "adapt" it with my own touches. So while the basic plot i...
Chapter 1 My name, Fred E. Grinch. Ya, guess you could say the original family of Grinch's. Did we come from Whoville? No we came from Grinchville, at least that is how it started. People traveling through the scenic Alps village would make strange remarks about it and would laugh. They would say things like 'What ville, Who's ville, Huh? ville Say again v...
{This is a multi-part story. I am finding it harder to post chapters one at a time and get them in a timely, consistent fashion so I'm posting them all at once. It's a whole story. You might want to "rest" between chapters. This is a fantasy world, no one uses the bathroom, no one gets a disease, no one gets hurt in any way they don't enjoy. It's also fictio...
This is a repost of a story I removed from the site some time ago. If you have read it, there is no need to reread, vote or comment. Many have asked me to post it again, so I am. ***** Chapter One The eporeodon was exhausted. She staggered toward the stream, her urge to drink compelling her trembling legs. Her zebra like stripes were stained with clay whe...
Author's note: Thanks to everyone for the great comments on part 1. This can't be read as a stand-alone story, so be sure to go back and read part 1 before beginning part 2. The story progression does slow down slightly in this chapter, but it will set everything up for an interesting next installment. Thanks again to Winter Lotus for her invaluable help...
Dedicated to Toni Bentley "In those first years after my marriage, I discovered that the greatest antidote to bad fucking - or no fucking - is fantasy, and that fantasy's greatest aide is the Pussy Hound: the man who lives to dive ... Most men will lick and suck and drink a pussy - and I'm not complaining. But it is the rare man who does so with his whole c...
1 "You're doing what?" Jennifer sat up straight on her futon with the phone pressed tight to the side of her face. Aaron's exasperated sigh echoed in her ear, and his tone changed again, like he was explaining something to a simpleton for the umpteenth time even though this was the first time he was repeating himself. "I'm driving up to check on Cathy and...
Author's Note: Although this story stands on its own (I hope!), and is the one I wrote first, it is loosely a sequel to events in "Cultural Exchange", which I'd planned out before starting writing either. You don't need to read that first - although some of its surprises will get spoiled for you by this story - but you should definitely read it if you like t...
The laughter filled the darkened street as the children ran up and down the laneways to each home. The air was crisp and clean, the perfect October evening. It had snowed just two days ago and some lawns still had white patches of the cold miserable fluff. Parents laughed and smiled, watching their children gleefully run up to a house to say the expected wor...
"White Wedding" "It's a Nice Day to Start Again..." By Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a totally immoral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the u...