Authors Note: This idea came to me while talking with a friend of mine. She was adamant about some things and so was I. We made a bet, I lost... This came about because of it, and we had some good laughs along the way. Love you Babe. Payen Brant Chapter 1: Beginning "A change of clothes, toiletries, my stuffed kitty from Dad when I was born. Trail mix, a...
Chapter 4: The Good Stuff "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yee-ees!" Molly's voice rose to a near hysterical scream. Every syllable and exhalation was pregnant with erotic exultation. "Molly! Molly! Molly! Mol-ly! Aaarggh!" Martin yelled, in the throes of pleasure so great they felt very much like pain. He doubled over, pressing his chest to her back, pulsing and spasming...
Rowena Beaumont was on her way over, she had told him, and he was not to go anywhere or do anything until she arrived. He was not a man to bow down to anyone, but he found himself bowing down to Ms Rowena Beaumont. Michael was not a man to sit idly by, and do nothing when a loved one was possibly in danger, but then he had never had a loved one quite lik...
He loved driving at night with little to no traffic to worry about, especially on this long arrow straight 6 lane boulevard, his favorite stretch of road in all of Kansas City. Waiting for the stoplight to turn green, Arthur smiled to himself. His Mistress's e-mail said to be at Her home precisely at 7PM and that he was to bring only one perfect red rose t...
This is my first story ever, so constructive criticism is more than appreciated. It covers lots of crazy fetishes of mine that I never found here, like breast, butt and penis growth, while still being pretty vanilla, so no rape or non-consensual actions. Thanks again. ***** INTRO Hello everyone. My name is Richard and my life is both awesome and strange....
Turns out I didn't have it memorized. The first numbers I called weren't hers and I gave up after that. That was two weeks ago. I can't stop thinking about her. And it's not my fault. Living in a secret shifter compound in the middle of nowhere is boring as hell. I see the same people everyday, have the same conversations everyday. But Olivia, she was this c...
Author's Note: I did not mean for this chapter to come so late. There were a few complications that got in the way, and one those was me loosing the first draft, so I had create this chapter all over again, with little drive or motivation, cause so upset with myself. Well anyways enough about me please enjoy this very short chapter. "AAAAAAHHHHHH OOOOOHHHHH...
Theresa Simmons is the name. I'm a six-foot-tall, voluptuous and big-bottomed, dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Atlanta, down in Georgia. Although I look like an ordinary gal, if a bit Amazonian in stature, in most respects, I'm something else entirely. You see, I'm a shape-shifter. I can assume the form of any person or animal I touch. T...
Chapter 3: Retro Film Day Outside his home, Martin paused uncertainly, hand on his own door lever. Beyond were his mother and sister. His family. He tried his best to plaster the scents, sights, and sounds of his home over the rest of his day: The ringing of his mother's oven when a batch of cookies was done, the scratch of his sister's pencil as she worked...
I pushed them aside instructing for them to get me towels, ice, and warm water, plus any bandages if they had them. Ravvi never moved he just looked at me and said, "That is not going to help but it is very dangerous for you to be that close to him." I was about to ask why when I felt a strong hand clamp down on my neck. When I looked into his eyes I saw...