Thanks for the feedback on Chapter One. I didn't mean to name the main protagonist after Xena the Warrior Princess. This story has no relation to that one but you're free to imagine what you want (obviously). This story also introduces "jumping", imagine that they're teleporting. It's not a part of the story for long so I didn't bother writing much about it...
Our third "session" was an attempt to explore Lisa's fantasy of having someone break into her home and attack her. I've never been one for non-consensual sex, even in a role-playing capacity, but after our experiences to date thought it might be an interesting experiment. We made plans the evening prior… Lisa leaving the key to her front door just inside a d...
We had made plans to go to a nice restaurant, a rare treat for us these days. Running late already, we didn't have time to fool around before we left, leaving me lusting after you. You got dressed in front of me so I knew what was under the black dress you had on, and that just increased the tingling in my crotch. You were wearing that thong that I liked, wi...
As everyone, who is anyone knows, the first kiss determines the final outcome of any relationship. She knew this better than anyone else. After almost 7 years of being single again, she found herself continuously disappointed by the many near misses of the first "not it" kiss. That was about to change in one unforeseen evening of mishaps. As she was leaving...
Wearing a dress again and riding Diamondhead at full tilt like nothing more than a flea on his back, it somehow felt natural to be Stephanie once more, but I could find no pleasure in the ride as we raced toward the palace. My heart was cold, my path clear. The morning sun had all but burned away the fog by the time I reached the palace hill, but my clothes...
In 2006 after leaving my teaching post after three years, I moved on to pastures new leaving many friends behind. In the first year after I became close friends with Mrs S who I had worked closely with. She had always been there for me and mothered me with cakes and biscuits. At the time there was no sexual attraction and in fact conversations tended to be...
I hit the sandbag again. The chain rattles and the reverb runs up my arm to my shoulder. I hit it again, and the same thing happens. I hit it again, a little harder, and I feel my bones start to protest. I hit the sandbag again, harder, and harder and harder. My gloves have been going to hell for a long while and today might finally be the day they give up o...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 and are not engaged in ageplay.* ***** I was busy rubbing my Mommy dry with a towel, as she stood naked in the bathroom, with Mommy already looking at me with a predatory grin. I wondered how long it would be until she had her once again hard cock buried inside my tight boy hole. It was difficult to con...
The young mage sat by the campfire in her thin, white shift running her fingers over the intricate words in her spell book. The night air was crisp and tossed the long blonde hair that draped over her shoulders. The routine was calming to her. She found that it helped her mind release the haunting images she carried within her. She mumbled a word and delicat...
Originally written for Superstories.net. If you want to join be my guest :) The Life of Susan Storm Richards was a mess. Since her Accident her whole Life was filled with almost surreal and Comic-like Adventures. Even now, 5 Years later, she wasn’t sure if she was understanding what was happening. The Fantastic Four had surely made quite an impression on the...