"Pitiful loser," Lord Vaughn said, and the Elder Vampire looked at the fledgling before spitting in disgust. As the Master of the Blood Legion, it was Lord Vaughn's duty to train new recruits and turn them into a force to reckon with. The Supreme Council of the Undead expected no less of him. The aforementioned loser happened to be Omar Selkirk, and he was t...
I was sitting in my local coffee shop, sipping on a flat white and trying to finish up a long email. But concentrating on the email was hard. First of all, I knew I had a few days to prepare the response. Secondly, there was 'her'. She was fascinating, and much more interesting than work. Mid-length straight blond hair, expressive large eyes, slim body, and...
The guests were arriving at seven o'clock and at six thirty, true to his word Jamal came to inspect his girls. He liked what he saw, especially Amy. Alisya had done a sterling job making her into a complete whore. Amy was wearing a black latex corset, that was pulled in so tight that her huge tits were blatantly hanging over the rims of the cups. The corset...
Author's note: Story may contain non-human transformation, female submission, and monster sex! Feedback appreciated, especially notes of what you liked, so I can write more like it. ***** Curse of Scales: Chapter 2 (of 3) Day 26 -410,00 credits (in Debt) My body moved so differently. I was fine if I looked forward... But if I looked down at my emera...
Spring has come to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and for some reason, the suburb of Vanier seems to bear the brunt of the heat. After living in the area for the past five years, Gina Defraigne has fallen in love with its diversity and culture. Vanier isn't just some area that lots of proper Ottawa folks liked to avoid. To Gina, it was quite simply home. In th...
So he gave me a lift home. That's where it all started.... Or perhaps it started before then? Let's go back to the beginning and see what we can see. I met him at the one Acts plays this summer. I am an actress and I was filling in for a woman who had to leave for another job and I had about 2 weeks to learn my lines. I didn't pay too much attention to the...
The name is Lorelei Henderson. I'm a young black woman living in Boston. And my sex life sucks. Mainly because both men and women keep mistaking me for a lesbian. They think that unless I wear skirts, watch Lifetime movies and act girly, I must be a dyke. Give me a damn break, people. I'm an Original Woman. Alright? Not a popular culture amalgam. All my life...
I was so thrilled to get our first invitation as a couple to my friend's daughter's Bat Mitzvah. I couldn't wait to dress nicely and dance with you and show off my handsome, fabulous fiance. Once there, the evening was magical. She had the party in this historic mansion in Rockville. I noticed upon entering just how many stairways and halls and rooms I saw...
When Jenni first saw it, she didn't know what to do with it. She delicately unwrapped it from its package, and set it on the table. It stood there, phallic-like and upright, on her short wooden coffee table. And she sat primly on the couch, watching it. It didn't do anything. Jenni picked it up nonchalantly, and pretended she felt comfortable holding it....
We had spoken in hushed, sorrowful tones on the phone. The bitterness that had torn us apart these last few days had ripped our hearts asunder. Last night, we had said our sorries. We said "I love you." We cried, having lost the last two days to hurtful, spiteful pride. When we hung up, it was decided you were coming to see me. My new apartment I had told yo...