Adam was in love. It was a storybook romance, or just about as near to one as you were likely to find in the real world. He and Brook had met in Intro to Economics, been instantly charmed by each other, and bonded further over coffee, then bowling, then a fancy dinner, and then ridiculously incredible sex back at her dorm room. Three years after that, he had...
The snowflake was thick like a piece of white cotton gauze ripped off. The ends were frayed like a dozen ripped strings. With its million friend on this dark cloudy day, it sailed diagonally towards the ground until a gust picked it up and carried it across the hot pool. The hot pool was bubbling. Foggy fingers were reaching out of it. The foggy fingers were...
He moved easily, quickly in the shadows, black hair brushing his shoulders as he crept across the roof of the abandoned warehouse. The moon was full and the gathering would have been going on. He could feel the power of the old ones and even his old pack, the traitors, the false pretenders to the crown of all shifters. They couldn't feel him because he'd see...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
At nineteen and within two weeks of high school graduation, David was a virgin. If truth be told, he'd never seen---let alone touched---a real live, bare female breast. He'd gotten his hand just above the knee with a girl he had dated for a few weeks but she had arrested his progress by slamming her knees together and slapping his hand. He'd never gotten a...
Jade Everett stared at herself in the mirror to judge the final results. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy. She had just finished putting the final touches on her outfit for their company's Christmas 'Festivus' party which took place annually. This party was an infamous holiday Bacchanalia that was put on by the company that she worked for: Dominus Publishi...
My chastity tube hangs heavily between my legs. It resembles a water faucet, and looks a little odd. Gretchen used to have me in a plastic thing, but she felt that I was too disrespectful in having big erections... And the tube makes it quite cramped! Really, it is. When I get a hard on, it's quickly contained. Then I feel this unpleasant squeezing fro...
(I'd like to thank the people who read this story and offered their time and talent in editing, particularly snooper and Intriguess. This story is very carefully told from the point of view of only one person. If you are wondering what the other characters are thinking or feeling then I invite you to use your imagination. If you are so inclined, please feel...
Again I'd like to thank my favorite editor jo for all the corrections and suggestions that helped to improved this story. Monday Harold stood at the door and looked around. On the flipchart at the front of the room someone had written 'Management Skills for the IT Environment,' so he was in the right place. There were probably twenty other people milling...
She looked up from the table as he was getting up to leave. She had missed the last thing he had said, lost in a thought. Too much wine. "I'm sorry," she said, stopping him. "What did you ask?" "Just wondered if you'd had enough, or if you wanted anything else?" She was pretty full and there was still a lot left on her plate. "No, thanks. This is fantasti...