The village was quiet except for the rain that pounded relentlessly upon the earth. The wolves, who had been so vociferous the previous two nights, had slunk away into hiding, happy to be dry. They, too, were quiet. The rain came down harder as The Great Spirit was crying for their loss. That is what they believed. Most of the village had been repaired, bu...
It was a nice day, early spring, birds chirping, the cliché flowers blooming. I was standing at the window of my dingy office when she came in the door. She was cute, picnic basket over her arm, tear in her eye. She told me her name, Little Red Riding Hood. Red. It fit; her red hair was tucked under the hood of a red riding cloak, almost a cape even. These d...
A fictional story about fictional characters. This is another interpretation of Season 1-Episode 12 "The Best Christmas Ever". ***** "So what are you doing on Christmas Eve," Michael Kelso wanted to know. "Oh, you know," Eric Foreman answered, "my parents are having the same old boring party they do every year and I'll be stuck singing The Little Drummer...
I suggest you read Chapter One; the story line, characters, and events will make more sense if you do. **************** A third shot from Josh's .50 caliber Sharps dropped the grizzly back to all fours; the big bear now critically wounded snarled at Red, roared once more and then slowly slumped to the ground. "You all right Red?" Josh asked as he quickly...
Note to readers: This short story is not part of any series. The setting and characters are based on those from my "Laura's Femdom" stories. My Mistress X stories stand on their own but are best read in order. This story describes a female domination session between Mistress Alexis X and two male chastity slaves. ***** Mistress X was a very experienced d...
Arrival Eugene was in the rearview mirrors when I joined the northerly flow of traffic on I-5, at around noon, the day I dropped off Jen. She would call her grandparents to come and pick her up at the Student Union, on campus, and return to her life as a young academic. It was good thoughts that planted themselves in my brain, concerning her. I wish her we...
Tell me a story. I glanced down at her, playing with the hair on my chest, eyes half-closed. The sheets were still damp with our sweat -- being the gentleman that I am, my butt was in the wet spot - and I tried to decide if she was serious. Her eyes met mine. Tell me a story. What kind of story? A bedtime story, one I've never heard before. I closed m...
You're sitting in a bar with his friends, talking about how there is this rumor that a pack of women are going around raping unsuspecting men. You all talk about; how all the men who were victims don't ever talk about what had happen that night, nor do they give any details. You say... "I can't believe it", I would tell everyone if I had fucked that many wo...
Diolch yn fawr! Sara Rasmussen for your editorial guidance. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series will include two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and sex scenes, called '(scene)' in the blurb. The sex scenes will be diverse. You can...
Her flaming red hair tangles with the flowers and the wet green grass of the forest. She arches her back as a wave of warm pleasure surges through her lithe young body. She isn't supposed to know about these things. She isn't supposed to do these things in the middle of the forest. She did what the Wolf told her to do. Go pick flowers. Smell the flowers. Sh...