Introduction I sat on the balcony casually watching the city that slept below me. The early morning hours have always made me feel so calm, so peaceful. This, above all things was mine. This time where I shared the world with no one, and nothing intruded. The random car passing down the lane, or the short bursts of song that came from the earliest of birds...
Glad to be leaving work early for the day, Steve Thomas walked to his car wearing his best navy suit. Forty-eight years old, Steve could easily be considered out of his prime. His ex-wife certainly thought so. It had been three years, but he still missed her company. She was the perfect fit for him in so many ways. Blonde where he was a graying brunette. Smo...
Author's Note: Hey everyone, I have a new story today. I might end up being extremely busy over the coming weeks or months, as such the amount of time I can spend writing may be limited. On another note, please read and enjoy, don't forget to drop a comment and rate. Also, if anyone is familiar with my work, they know I love futanari, and believe me... it's...
Chapter 11: Bell of the Ball There was a distinct air about the girls as they rode the elevator down to the Grand Ballroom. Katrina in her green dress, Danielle in yellow, Yanna in red, and Shea in an ivory white silk number that hugged her body like a second skin. Trish and Paige did a wonderful job picking out their attire for the evening. From the look...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. * I think that I, Dennis Sandén, was a rather average young man in our small Scandinavian town where I had a pleasant life thanks to my three years in vocational school and in army service as anti-aircraft equipment technician. I had got a well-paid job at a company, which restored and installed machines to th...
Brad looked about the club wondering where in the hell they kept the loo in the club. Certainly if they had every other bodily function going-on or being seen-to around here; logic would dictate there should be a place where you could go to the toilet nearby, or at least that's what you'd think! That was the nagging problem with all these oh so artsy type cl...
Make sure you vote or leave me a message. Enjoy! * * * * * * * The Virginators. Ahh, we were such stupid kids. I put the group picture of Carl, Zach and the other members of our club back into the box I'd just opened. I had come across the old photo when I was going through my things in my study and stood there reminiscing about "the good ol' days" as they...
Thursday morning after Mom and Daddy had left for work; I tidied up the kitchen, dusted and vacuumed the entire house while doing my own and my parents' laundry. I had energy like I had never experienced before. I had always helped out around the house but today I gave it more than just a once over. I was also trying to keep busy so I wouldn't start in on my...
I grinned, as Amanda pouted and exhaled long and slow. "The roses are beautiful, Gil. Thank you," Amanda halfheartedly thanked me. Amanda is forty years old. She had quit her job, three years ago, as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm, to pursue a career as an artist. We met by chance at the Art Gallery of Ontario, last year. Her work was part of...
Jeff strolled slowly up the wide street, realizing he was in a high-rent neighborhood. The road was on a bluff outside the city walls of Avincor, away from the stench and noise. The houses were typically surrounded by stone or brick walls, and most were two or three stories. Some had guardhouses at the gates, but only a few of these were occupied. Jeff glan...