Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** I poured myself a coffee and went to sit for a few minutes. Alan was watching his usual Saturday morning soccer games and I realized that attempting conversation...
This story is a complete work of fiction and is only to be taken that way. If Transgender sexual ideas offend you then do not read. If you are not above age 18 then you should not be here anyhow. ***** On the interstate I grabbed us a drink from a cooler Annie had prepared for our ride. She made remarks about how perfect the outfit was for me. Also how sh...
Author's Note. This is an ass one. Just warning you if the title didn't already ;-) Hope you enjoy it. If you did then lay a little sugar on me, I love the comments and the ratings. Tequila shots, mistletoe and the most stupid decision of my life. It was ten months ago but I still couldn't meet Nathan Reese's eyes. And it grated. Not just because of t...
I wake up this morning after a night of unremembered dreams. I'm lying on my side and clutching my other pillow to me. For some reason, it's warmer than usual. My 3/4's asleep brain start to rationalize it to forgetting to turn the AC down before I went to bed last night but can't quite settle on that 100%. "Screw it, I'll turn it down later," I think to mys...
This is a story about swimmers, so therefore, it must be a stroke story. Right? Am I right? ************************************* There were three generations of blondes occupying the table at the food court in the mall I had recently begun to manage. I had seen them before, perhaps each Saturday for about a month now. With each visit they captured more...
I woke early the next morning. My wife snuggled close her head laying in the crook of my shoulder one arm draped across my chest her hand cupping my breast. I blinked my eyes taking stock of my surroundings. My body was sore, my jaw was sore, my ass was sore. A smile played on my lips when I remembered how I reached this state. I tried to move as gently as I...
Bobbin the hob and 'Mommy' the holstaur faced off against one another. Senya lay back in a soft, silken chair, his cock trapped inside his new mistress's wet pussy. His lips remained fastened around her breast, and he could feel his mind going, very slowly, the longer he suckled at her glorious teats. Mommy had her neck craned to watch Bobbin as she slowly...
It all started on an unseasonably warm winter day in the town of Cleveland, Ohio. The sun was standing high in the sky and beaming down it's bright rays. It was only 10:30 in the morning and yet, it had already reached a rather warm 65 degrees. Outside the birds were chirping loudly, but inside the Mizanin household a different series of events and noises we...
NB: Kudos to my editor, wildheartedangel for staying by my side throughout my writing experience; giving comments and editing my work with patience and efficiency. I really appreciate it. Also to my blog readers who encouraged me to actually write this sequel out –thank you. J This story's time line is situated somewhere after Into the Vampire's Lair and be...
Six months earlier. It was at a beach party that Jack was turned. Someone, an acquaintance, invited him and a few bottles, to the dunes on the South Kentish Sea front near Dungeness. As usual, he drank a bit too much, but he was sure afterwards, that his drink was spiked. Certainly, he had a metallic taste in his mouth the next morning and a monumental hea...