This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. This story c...
Sergeant Matoi bowed to one knee before Lord Drak as, in the background, several deployed autocranes strained against the weight of ages as the Domain era transport was righted, lifted, moved. The bulk of ten million tons of synthetic metals and composite materials blotted out the smeared circle that was the dominant sun of the Stumble system. Matoi ducked h...
Author's note: I know this one is a little bit shorter than most of my postings, but that's how this one came out. Also, even though it's been a while since I posted anything, rest assured, that more story chapters follow on the heels of this one! Writing four chapters at the same time is possible, but not something would recommend! Now, shall we begin? ***...
Last month I finally finished high school, and for a graduation present mom got me my own apartment -- lease paid -- and gave me a generous budget to furnish it. She found me one in Mobile, downtown on Dauphin Street, two blocks from her "spare apartment." While we live across the bay in Baldwin County, mom has kept that apartment for several years just to p...
The Promise Pt. 01 of 4 If Vanity Fair's Becky Sharp reappeared in the modern world as an ageing rock chick affecting the gravitas of a Whitehall mandarin, she could possibly be mistaken for the heroine of this story. But she'd have to work hard to be as unpleasant. Our story is set in London in 1992. Mobile telephony, Internet based communications, and...
This is next installment in the saga of Jennifer, a submissive woman, who is discovering a deeper sense of her submission. I hope you enjoy and your comments, votes and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Jennifer Lowe woke up the next morning thinking about the same thing she had been thinking about the night before. She was thinking about an auction. Not...
Gneiss slammed her mug down on the table, and threw herself into her usual seat next to Feldspar. The male faery looked askance at his lover and kept his silence. It was barely past dawn and nobody was in a good mood. "Good morning to you, too, Cherry Bomb," Daniella said. For the first few weeks of living with the three faeries, the human woman had tried...
Part 44: A new beginning. This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. This conversation includes elements of wife swapping/sharing, incest, and group sex. If you don't approve of these behavi...
This is a story of pure fiction. This story is copyrighted and all rights reserved by the author. I hope you enjoy, and please vote. The past two and a half days had been a blur as Karen tried valiantly to purge the x-rated thoughts she had of Paul and Jeannie. Several times she had convinced herself that she should beg off of the weekend, but she couldn'...
Part 38. Carlos Departs, Sarah Arrives. Jeannette swayed to the lash of the whip as Andre continued to coach Carlos in the best way to swing the whip and where to strike. "Good Carlos, now spread it out more, remember the goal is to make her whole body sing." Sweat dripped off of her breasts, and her hair was damp. Outer reflections of her inner heat from...