Her mind ached as the stress of work pounded behind her slightly glazed eyes. She stared in a dangerously blank fashion at the endless streams of other cars as they too sought to hurry home to their other lives or families. Gripping the leather steering wheel of her sleek black sports car until her knuckles grew bone white and the joints threatened to break...
Special Thanks to Ran57gr for coming up with Shautha's name. _________________________ Kallin stood in the middle of the rapidly emptying street watching the clouds expand across the sky. The low dark invaders held the promise of rain. Secretly, he hoped it would be a broken promise. In a couple hours, the Kae Solune would have to go to work. While he cou...
"Okay" I grumbled to my wife as the valet opened the door and handed me a ticket. "Tell me again how long we have to stay." She rolled her eyes and glared at me. "At least until the end of the auction" she said in a clipped tone. "That means a couple of hours. Surely you can find enough people to talk to or things to do for such a brief period. I can't leav...
I will always remember the first time we kissed. The photography of that moment is bright and clear. Her lips tasted of sweet warm wine, cheeks rosy with the heat of the fire. It amused me, how tentative and shy she was; unable to make the first move herself. Instead, I was left to make bold progress. Did she know then how little I cared what others knew? Wh...
Readers- this is my first attempt at a fictional story, my others were totally true. This one is based on the truth; I think you can tell where the truth stops and the fantasy begins. Rach is a real person (her name is changed of course) I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did in playing it out in the gaming chat. It all started innocently enough; aft...
Cunt Copyright © 2014 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Written by Charlie the Wanking Wanker, voiced by Kingswoman. A number of fans wrote to me to say how much they enjoy hearing a lady say 'cunt'. Inspired by this, and by my Bus Ride story, Charlie the Wanking Wanker has written this beautiful prose poem on the theme. Imitation is the sincere...
"Am I glad to be leaving the office, I have been here for twelve hours!" As I exited the building, the security officer Scott locked up behind me. Thinking about the hour drive home, I remembered the toy in my purse. Scott was just walking back to his desk as I knocked on the door. He walked back over, unlocked the door and smiled. "Forget something?" "Sc...
In the darkness of the living room I sit in unmoving silence, eager to conceal myself from the slender female silhouette rummaging through her purse in the unlit doorway not 10 feet away. Through the window I could make out her shadowy form as she searched for her keys, all the while cursing at the deadened porch light whose bulb I had hours ago unscrewed....
A Tale of Olden Days. Giandomenico tells me that people are kind enough to be interested in my researches into the lives and loves of the inhabitants of the Three Principalities. Here is a tale from many centuries ago, which, I hope, you will find as moving as I do. I read it as a happy wife, and it is as though this girl and her princess from ancient time...
Over the next few weeks I found myself wondering exactly who the exotic demon girl was and what it all meant. Was there only one girl or was the one girl somehow able to shape shift into different bodies, and what did the presence of the birds mean? I could not keep clear in my head what had happened - I could not separate my memory from my imagination, my v...