The room was dark, the shades drawn and blinds shut despite it already being on the verge of midnight. It was better that way you figured, in case anything happened, and indeed it did. No one needed to see this. No one else was worthy of seeing this. The air was clear and then it wasn't. That was how it began: a bit of smoke on the air at the center of the...
Note: You may remember a story similar to this one not too long ago. It was by me, and I had it taken down. I apologize for that. Here is a modified version of that same story. ---- The Lexaught lied on her bed, covered only in silky white sheets, leaving her maroon nipples and hairless pussy in plain view. Lexaughts were similar in appearance to humans, b...
Introduction: As you may recall from the first episode; the pure and chaste Princess Eugenia was molested by a vile wizard. The wizard infected her with a rare STD (sexually transmitted demonization). The STD warped her brain and changed her into a hot, hung, powerhungry, transsexual nymphomaniac (basically everything she was not as Pricess Eugenia). She too...
Embrace Her To hell with it. Deckard had spent so many years of his life alone on the frontier that the need for honest companionship overrode his lawman's instinct to find answers. He hugged Corani, pulling her tight against him as she purred into his chest. He felt a rush of emotions rise up. "Goddess," he murmured, feeling ancient wetness well up in...
Men forget most “firsts” unless they really matter. First kiss? Women remember that—men, eh, maybe remember, maybe not, depends on who it was and how good it was. Actually men probably lie about the first kiss and “upgrade” the first to the first hot girl they actually kissed. The ugly girls aren’t really counted on the score sheet. First date? Women can tel...
Author's Note: This is part of series of short stories. They are written very quickly and are not edited. They are also VERY weird and are not for everyone. You have been warned. ***** My name is Toni Sinclair. I am 19 years old, currently taking a gap year before heading to college, and am single. By choice. Not because I'm religious, far from it actually...
A smaller story this time, focused on transformation. Hope you enjoy! * * * The forest was closing in around Nick and his two co-workers. Paul to his left, Jason to his right. Both men carried axes with brand new handles attached to notched, scratched heads. Jason's hand held a torch which he swung back and forth, warding off the shadows that assaulted the...
"Playing with fire?" The question distracted Cyra from her business. She looked over her shoulder, her pale shoulder-length hair flipping about at the quick action. Benefast stood in the doorway of a private room Cyra had acquired. The Dreaming Dragon had slowly been expanding, absorbing nearby buildings with an intricate system of elaborate bridgework, par...
(It was 1885 and, as a nineteen year old boy, I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me, this is part six of my tale) Another storm seemed to be brewing....
I was in bed reading the news on my phone last January when suddenly I sat up, my heart pounding. Australia was on fire! That's where Russell Crowe lives! With shaking hands, I examined maps of the wildfires. There was Adelaide, where I had distant cousins who owned an RV dealership. And, ten hours along the coast, was Copp's Harbour. Russell's home. Right i...