The first thing that hit Victoria as the trio entered the boutique was the rich smell of leather; the other two smiled as they watched her touch and ponder over some of the tighter skirts and tops on display in the shop that was viewed by the general public; they knew she had not seen anything yet. They introduced her to Madam Pompidou, who smiled broadly as...
Miranda was blessed with the fuller figure which drew unseen looks from older, wiser males who appreciated what a woman should look like, but some of her peers treated her with scorn; not the 'fashionable' waif like skeleton, younger males and females alike were often cutting with their remarks. As she settled her generous rump on a stool at the bar, many o...
Chapter 2: Party Continues Motown music continued to play softly in a living room in the mostly black Cleveland suburb. The exclusive little midsummer party had been going on for about a half-hour and was getting more relaxed and boisterous. It was a hot, sweaty, muggy August day. Partygoers came and went. They were still mostly the half-dozen black men an...
Day Two: Male Anatomy & Homework Thank you for the feedback from my first story, submitted nearly two years ago. I would like to say I have been working on this since, but unfortunately that's not true. I appreciate negative comments back, but please just indicate more of what you did not like or where you stopped reading. Part Three is already in progress,...
My memory of the events of the past few weeks are still a little foggy. I am sitting here in a room which very much resembles the inside of a meat locker. The walls and ceiling comprise of a silver metallic alloy that were always cold. The door is all glass with the same metallic alloy framing the glass but no door handle on the inside, most likely to keep m...
***I'm hitting the pause button to back time up a few weeks as we look elsewhere for a little while. Don't worry, this is not far from the mountain where the others live. I also need to explain a couple of things. To me, the fact that I have to explain outside of a story is an indication of failure as a writer, but I'd rather do this than leave readers in t...
Grave awoke from his deep hibernation, his senses coming back to him one after another. His large body was slowly becoming aware. His hands wide and taloned for parting rock, folded against his chambered chest. Two massive wings made of skin and scale unfolded from his back formed a roof, ceiling and floor roughly the size of a coffin surrounding him. In hi...
My wife of 15 years, mother of my two kids, came up to me and abruptly, violently and unexpectedly, kneed me in my groin, adroitly smashing my testicles, like an experienced street walker who handles drunkard johns every night. I immediately doubled over, whereupon she grabbed my right arm, bent it painfully behind me and, using a wicked whippy cane, mercile...
Victoria silently slid the bolt on the rear gate to open, before pausing and waiting a moment. She smiled as she imagined the scenario had she not bolted the gate and her staid friend had arrived just five minutes earlier; she'd have seen just how merry a widow she had become, and one the gardener was prepared to show his humblest respects for. The thought o...
The breeding colony's governor was proud of her operation. It was a peaceful place where males and females resided and worked contentedly at their appointed jobs. She was actually looking forward to giving the tour to the visiting dignitaries from the planet's council of colonies. The breeding colony had been in operation now for several generations and func...