The doctor’s office was a genteel and sophisticated place. It was carpeted with a soft, plush fabric, soothingly colored in blue and green. The walls were pasteled in a subtle yellow. Music from a lite radio station was piped in through the invisible speakers. Soft cushioned couches were spread throughout the reception area, facing a long, blond-wooden r...
Sally has been the chairman of our local "Walk for Breast Cancer Research" for the last few years. She is prim and proper in public. Her excellent business skills, efficiency and serious nature gets her appointed to run everything she gets involved in. I became enamored with her about four years ago. She was about forty then and separated from her verbally a...
Chapter 1 The Fae Financier's Secret This and my other "Faeophobia" stories are based on the "Faeophobia" world created by xxxecil. Warning: This story contains futanari. Tiffany had just left her demanding job for the day. As she walked the streets of her adopted city, she noticed the chill of autumn was just starting to be noticeable against her unblem...
That old adage about avoiding mixing business with pleasure? It's a bloody good warning; one that I should have paid attention to. And on that note, may I very strongly recommend that you never, ever send the builder your wife is fucking to your parent's pub to do some work for them? My parents are pains in the arse. Once they have an idea in their head, t...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
Kathryn Jackson was depressed. Her husband had moved out of their home and stayed at an apartment in the downtown area that was owned by his employer. It was reserved for foreign business guests but he had spoken with his boss who agreed to help him out. Fred continued to make the house payment, paid the bills and gave Katie money for groceries and other exp...
Chapter Four—Home Again, Home Again That night, for the first in as many as he could remember, Tessa didn't hound Simon for sex, for which he was grateful. "So, you got the job I assume." "Uh huh." "And you like it?" "Oh yes," Tess assured him. "Good night, Simon. I've had quite a busy day." Tess was asleep almost immediately, dreaming of doctors, docto...
Hi. I'm a Stud. That's not a boast. It's a job description. When I say "stud" I mean it in its original sense: a male kept for breeding purposes. That's why we spell it with the capital "S" ... it's a job title, and I look at it as a job ... a really great job, in some respects, but a job all the same. My name's Geoff, but that's not important. In fact, mo...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. I had dreaded this night for weeks. I had let myself be talked into attending a charity event by an old friend, a woman about...
Edited by R12 * Business had been picking up for me. I had done a boudoir shoot with Sandy, the one of the group of six women I had met at Randy and Joan's house that was getting married soon. I kept myself professional and didn't touch her. At the end of the shoot she said she wanted a couple of nudes so she stripped everything off. I was surprised but pl...