The second of several parts of my story 'Decorating her Dainties'. The reader is encouraged to read each part in sequence. * The very next morning when we were changing into our work gear, Sophia directed me to a paint-spattered retro canvas holdall with a tartan panel. She withdrew a transparent plastic bag which contained a bundle of nylon hose of all sh...
his phone sat on charger, he was waiting for the call from Her, his Mistress, while She was away. he knew that She was going to call tonight, and that he was to have a fully charged phone. She had gotten off Her flight a couple hours ago, She had left him specific instructions via text. Where he was now was sitting in Her bedroom looking at the bluetooth coc...
It was always hard to focus at this time a day; Five days a week, at ten am, Monday through Friday, for the past three weeks. He didn't know why it happened, and sure as fuck couldn't even begin to explain how. This sort of thing isn't supposed to be possible after all. This was real life. This wasn't some high fantasy setting in which this sort of thing was...
George Thomas Ford was an absolute asshole! He was the retail store owner. He was a round fellow, with white beard. He is often thought of by his employees as the Evil Santa. In fact, he would dress as Santa Claus during the last weekend before Christmas, faking a jovial "Ho, Ho, Ho," and taking little children on his lap, asking, "Have you been naughty or n...
It was pushing 5pm and the school was slowly emptying out. Everyone eager to get on with their weekend plans except him, he had work to do so there he was. His mind began drifting off of the job at hand and to her. That special lady he thought about so many times throughout the day. He wished so bad that he could taste her, smell her, and feel her soft warm...
Laura dumped her bags unceremoniously on the bed, then collapsed face down into the pillow and screamed silently. Today had not gone well. She was twenty-four years old, and she was sick to death of writing papers, and lit reviews, and never doing anything that felt meaningful. Her novel was going nowhere, she had a demeaning job for anyone, even a grad stud...
Outside it was cold enough to freeze your tits off. Inside, in front of the gas log fire, it was warm enough to get them out as the unexpected game of strip cards rolled along. Eddie had braved the cold to come for dinner. He had grown up in the same town as Evie, my wife and his former wife, Lorraine. When I came along, I was accepted into the group and was...
All characters in this story are over 18. While the setting is High School, people in this futanari world don't attend high school until they are 18. ***** Umi sat alone in an empty subway car. She stared at the seat across from her and hit the back of her head against the cushioned seat in frustration. The rest of the day had gone fine. During the tour,...
The numb disbelief I felt was replaced with paranoia and self-consciousness; I anxiously looked around to see if anyone else realized what happened. What had come over me? How could I have been so careless? These thoughts and variations of them formed an unforgiving, disorienting whirlpool. I had to get away. I hastily shoved my notebook into my backpack, an...
The black leather ankle brace was his favorite brace for her. He really loved all her braces when she wore them for him or when he made her wear them for his pleasure. They had found each other in the depths of the world wide web. With their like-minded interests it was just a matter of time when they would cross paths. And eventually they did cross paths...