Alenka Pavlič's parents lived in a second floor apartment in Ljubljana's southern suburb of Vič, near a gate in the old Roman wall, when she was born. She was a bright, happy child who responded well to her parents' wishes. One would call her extremely "well-behaved". Alenka's parents dream for her, their only child, was for her to become a business manager...
A woman travels to Florida to visit her Aunt. She stays with her high school friends that are now married. "Bye honey, I'll call you when I arrive in Florida. Have fun being Mr. Mom while I'm away and no eating out every night." I kissed my family, went out to the cab, and drove off to the airport. My name is Mary Lane and I'm 35 years old, 5'5" tall, 160lb...
Mark found himself pleasantly surprised by the book in his hands. Though he was a writer of science fiction, he wasn't much of a reader of it. He was on his way to his first science fiction convention to be part of a panel for new writers, a Q and A session about a defunct TV series he'd been a writer for, and he had one autograph session set up. He knew he...
I have received a few complaints about how I categorize stories. I have a great deal of sympathy with those complaints. I find the categories a bit restraining, though I understand the need for them. This is foremost a tale of the supernatural. For that reason I put it in the "Erotic Horror" category. Given the glut of vampire shit in the world I was surpr...
Earlier submissions under The Transformation of Betty surveyed the main events of my wife's transformation into a sub slut. But there are events and scenarios that were erotic as stand alone vignettes and here are a few of them: Vignette 1, The Window: Unlike couples who limit sex to the bedroom, my wife and I relished playing in our living room. She loved...
2851 AD. Planet Earth, Sol System. Thunder crashed over the dark and desolate wasteland that was once one of Earth's most striking cities. Dark alleyways intersected the abandoned roads as crumbling buildings, haunted by neglect and abandonment rose high in to the eerie night sky. They stood as shadows of their once proud stature, representations that seeme...
Before I begin to tell this tale let me tell you a little bit about myself. At the time this happened I was twenty-two years old. I was attending a University in South Orange NJ, though I won't say which one in case of copyright infringement or some bullshit. I was working on my criminal justice degree and was in the process of applying to the County Police...
Turning thirty was something I had dreaded for years. The closer I got, the more it bothered me. When you’re in your twenties, you can still act like a kid to some extent, and sometimes get away with it. But I viewed thirty as the ‘end of the world.’ Perhaps, somewhere in my mind, thirty represented the absolute end of childhood and, despite my successful li...
Old River Walk. * Friday. Here again at this time of night with these same noisy, drunken fools. Why at 11pm every Friday night do I find myself sitting at this same stupid, crowded horrid little table with a the same damp beer mat covered bar jutting in to the back of my head? Three pints down and straining over the alcoholic hubbub to hear Steve telling...
For those of you who have read the previous stories about my wife Michelle and her experimentation-some may say descent-into being a whore- what I have written is what I have seen or heard- in person, over the phone, or by video. The following chapter is what Michelle related to me, well after these events had exploded across our lives. I have written the...