THREE Standing in front of her dressing table, toweling dry after a long relax in scented bathwater, Betsy Milton-Stewart relished her post-coitus feeling of fulfillment. She'd been well-filled without doubt, as Kenny McBride was a very developed man. She grinned thinking that if she were to have a permanently stretched mouth and vagina, she'd rather fan...
As the two dazed wives stumbled upstairs to Floor 4, twelve studs of various skin colors, races, and cock sizes donned black head-to-toe monk hoods and slipped quietly up the stairs behind them. Floor 4, unlike its predecessors, was shrouded in fog-like billowing mist. Brandi and Joan encountered many corners and intersecting passages and soon found themselv...
Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator's gradual acceptance of submission. Previously: The narrator has given Dex blanket consent and is prepared to explore what submission to her might mean. What he doesn't expect is a surprise in surgical steel. *** We're at a Vietnamese restaurant that has become our go-to place when neither of us wants to coo...
Fairies don't get a lot in the way of formal education. We come into being more or less needing to know most of the things we'll ever need to. I mention this because I want you to be impressed with me when I describe the arc the cartwheeling form of my princess was cutting through the air eight or ten stories above the treeline as a 'parabola'. Shut up. I h...
By the time they reached the crest of the hill and the shadow of the forest, the sky was black and the broad sash of the milky way had emerged over their heads like a river of stars. It was the third and most sacred night of the festival of Dionysus and the moon was at her full, the air dry yet gentle with just a hint of the autumnal excitement that always s...
Again I'd like to acknowledge my coauthor and editor MissElf1. She took this idea and helped me make it a story. Thank You MissElf1 :) All people involved in sex are 18 or older. Don't forget to vote and comment. ****************** Jin had been searching for a week and was getting close. She kept running into subtle little clues that she was sure Gerald l...
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of a longer work, and establishes the world. It gets sticky at about the three thousand word mark. If you don't like non-consensual, forced or Drug Facilitated Sexual Assault, please move on. This starts in a dark place. This world includes telepathy and remote viewing, among other parapsychological abilities. Text wi...
Chapter 6. The Meaning of Life "What's wrong, Trace?" I asked, trying to comfort her. "Nothing" She sniffled. "Everything." Oh, man, not this sort of thing again. Shouldn't a goddess be above this sort of thing? "It's OK. Just talk to me. Let me help." I held her gently, just smelling her hair and feeling her against me. We really hadn't just been close l...
"Son of a bitch," Jack exclaimed quietly to himself, "That son of a bitch." Jack was power walking to his car, trying to keep his rage from showing on his face. He smiled as he walked by a couple to keep the image of the store of being friendly. At least that was what the commercials would lead you to believe. Tonight, however, all was not pleasant and perf...
Harriet Garrett was walking through the subway terminals in New York's Grand Central Station toward platform 21¾ ; she was letting all of the thoughts of nostalgia float through her head. "Had it really been 20 years since she had first made this trip?" she thought. "No," she corrected herself, "It has been 27 years since my first trip. Only 20 since I lef...