Pete and Joe have been friends all their lives. As such, they have shared quite a bit in the 30 or so odd years they have known each other. They shared a neighborhood. They shared a school. They shared friends. They shared the same drunken babe the night of their first sexual experience. They now share an apartment, and in a few minutes they will be sharing...
Chapter Two When Betty stepped lively down the corridor to her office early the next morning, she was surprised to observe Renée already waiting for her standing by her office door. Renée was well known for not liking to arise early. ‘Oh ho! What do we have here?’ Betty wondered. “Good morning, Renée,” Betty maliciously grinned at her. “How good to see yo...
I've always had a thing about getting caught doing things. Call it a fetish if you would but I don't think it's to that level yet... well maybe. Although I have the thing about getting caught, I never put myself in harms way with things, until I met my crush that is... My crush is my Chemistry teacher, Mr. Kline. He's been my chemistry teacher for the last...
Constantine was a new recruit in the Serb army and excited by the new opportunity in front of him, his young future looking very bright. Only 19 years old and fresh out of basic training he was largely ignorant of the atrocities his countrymen had been responsible for in the past, growing up in a very patriotic and jingoistic household. His father had been i...
As I walk down the beach, barefoot and pensive - carrying my sandals in my hand, the salty wind whips my face, plays with my hair, invigorates my soul and rejuvenates my spirit. I think of you. I think only of you. And me ... and us, of course - and what will become of us. I breathe the salt air in, deeply. I love you. I don't know you - well, I do. But no...
This is the fourth installment in a series of stories about a fictitious organization designed along the lines of Alcoholics Anonymous where people who have cheated on their spouses, and the spouses they cheated on, can both find support and forgiveness as they work to rebuild their lives. There may well be an organization like this, and there are many organ...
I write stories that are fantasy and some of you might not like the themes, that is fine. Read the story and feel free to comment. Good, bad and even berating comments are appreciated. For those that like the theme and the story I hope you enjoyed yourself reading it. This story is a side story to my other stories. There is no full need to read those but ju...
"It's this song," Bix started resting a hand on Eric's thigh. "It's called Tech Noir. It's by this Synthwave band." Eric's brow creased. "What's Synthwave?" the movie played in the background letting Kurt Russel's know-it-all swagger fill the room. "It's this sort of future-retro music I've been jiving too. Anyway, this song has John Carpenter doing the in...
Disclaimer: This story contains futanari. Credit and thanksgiving to Surine, my editor. Grazie! ~ I was irritable. The sun was beaming hotter rays than Cyclops, and my sweat-drenched tank-top was proof; this was only a part of my demise, because I had decided to wear cargo pants that day. Nevertheless, after my morning ritual, which consisted of a two-...
The following is a continuation of the Weather Girl Saga. Part 5 has Douglass being prepared by Betty for the undertaking of his new persona. The first part of this chapter is the last part of Chapter 5 which should help the flow into Ch 6. Enjoy and please keep your votes and feedback cumming (sorry...cheap humor) ***************** Douglas, please roll o...