Well hello again. I'm not going to rehash the reasons for my extended absence. If you don't know, and you're interested, it's on my profile page. I will only say again that it's not an excuse. I don't think I need to make an excuse. Having said that, I do want to apologize. It is not fair to have left off this. , and even though it is understandable why i...
Chapter One - The Introduction It's very easy to look back at a situation and Monday morning quarterback it. To see what you missed the first time around and what you should have done differently. But that wasn't how I had gotten as far as I had in life. I almost always went with my first decision, not impulsively mind you, but I rarely went back on a decis...
Into the office walked Tucker, the well-educated, temperamental engineer, on the first day of his eight week deadline, a gig taken only because an old military friend was in a bind. Heads turned. The mature, distinguished Inspector inevitably drew everyone's attention. Standing in front of the open area, Tucker looked about him for the office marked INSPECTI...
Chapter 8 Moving On Valerie slowly rose out of sleep, conscious of only her lover lying next to her, their arms draped across each other. She shifted a bit and winced as the welts from the caning throbbed at being stretched. Valerie smiled and moved again, anxious to feel the evidence of having been reclaimed by her Master. The pain in her ass was matched...
A woman's bad boy marriage can lead to bad men "Honey, you need to drop those berries on top of the cakes before you flip them rather than stir them in the mix. It will make for a better plate when those ornery customers bite into them plus they cook better that way." If anybody knew what she was talking about in this little diner it was Carole, an always...
Special thanks to "larryinseattle" for his editing and patience. ***** Gavin had always loved photography. He got his first camera, an old Browning 'Fold-out' model, from an aunt when he was six years old. After that, everywhere he went, people heard 'snap, snap, snap' as roll after roll of film poured from it. When he was in high school, he even became...
A.N. Hello all again! I'm still exceedingly busy so no time to talk! Lol It should be important to note that this is a separate story from Breeding Seasons though it has some maaajor similarities. It takes place in a fantasy realm, and its contents consist of a human femboy being captured and fucked raw by an Anthro wolf girl :D Now obviously there will...
Except for the physical descriptions of my husband and I, and the first two paragraphs, this story is 100% fictional. For those of you vocabulary-challenged, that means that after the first two paragraphs NOTHING in it is true! ______________ As anyone who's been around the block a couple of times knows, different people react differently to different han...
Apart from a brief flashback, all of the events in this piece may or (far more likely) may not have occurred during a period of a little over three hours on the morning of April 1st 1985. It's set in a large and luxurious home in an unspecified London suburb. Names have been changed partly in order to protect the guilty, but mainly to facilitate the creation...
Oh my. This is easily the rawest thing I will ever write. I really wanted to get in a lot of aspects of the queer femme experience in, not just the stuff I knew. While a lot of it is inspired by guttural feelings, it's meant to be the main's story first and foremost, and branch out into the stories of others. A lot of it was the desire to really communicat...