Chapter 4: Sex Games TUESDAY NIGHT WITH DIANNE My legs were beginning to tremble after I walked down two flights, so I caught the elevator for the rest of the trip. I walked past the closed dining hall and entered the empty laundry room. I checked my watch, and I was surprised to see that I was five minutes early. I realized I was really eager for food - a...
This story involves gay sex and forced fem, not your thing, move to another story. * I haven't been able to concentrate all day, didn't get anything done. All I can think about is having to go back to the bookstore tonight. I don't know if I can do it but if I don't I'm not sure what he might do. Maybe he just won't contact me anymore and I really don't w...
It was in the ash crusted stone cellar, with air as dank and thick as a steam bath that Sarah really started to question what she was going to do. What did she owe to these people that she could somehow ignore what kind of hell she would be leading them into? She'd get them out of the city and part ways. That was best; best for all them, really. Tessarie wa...
Doug had a photograph of Grandma and Aunt Doro on the beach, which he had kept on his desk throughout his four years at Columbia. Snapshots of various buddies and girlfriends had come and gone, and for appearance's sake he had occasionally also displayed a picture of his mother when he could stand to; but Grandma and Aunt Doro were there with him throughout...
"Beg your pardon?" his voice sounded strained, like he had taken a punch to the stomach. "You could..." she closed her eyes, braving up a bit to look him in the eye, "You could feed off of me. Then if we could see how you felt...after." His hand went to one side of her face, and she watched as he clenched his jaw, "You have no idea how much your offer appe...
Chapter 15 - Margo Has a Meltdown November edged toward December and the young ones were more and more anxious as the date for their SAT exam drew closer. "It's not fair, Mickey. They put so much attention on one test on one day of your life!" Cait and Naomi were in the hot tub with me. It was chilly in the twilight gloom. I shared my mug of hot mulled w...
This story is the seventh in a series. One of my failings as a writer is that I tend to fall in love with my characters and am reluctant to let them go. I hope that you find my characters as interesting as I do. I recommend reading the prior "New Family Rules" stories in order because this story is a continuation of those. Any similarities to any real person...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
My name is Mark Nelson. When I was in high school, I was a short fat pasty-faced blob. I was 5'7" tall and weighed 200 pounds. I wasn't good at sports and I wasn't an exceptional student. As a result, I rarely had any dates, and when I did, the girls usually looked something like a female version of me. There were a lot of hot girls in my class that my frie...
Prologue A rare find, that beautiful crimson hair. That color was usually the result of cheap dye and a childish personality, desperate to prove individuality by opposing normality. It was a rare gift from nature, every strand like melting rubies, when most so-called redheads possessed only a diluted orange hue. But hers was like blood, drawing the eyes of...