She sighed quietly as they turned onto her block towards her building, silently hoping there wouldn't be a protracted search for a parking space. The date had been fine, nice even, but not outstanding. The sigh was the small release of frustration that she allowed herself: she thought she wanted outstanding, but what did that really mean? But seriously, it...
Note: Although you can read all chapters by themselves, we recommend that you start reading in the order of the chapters, as this is a saga of love, humiliation, pain and pleasure that benefits from being read in the proper order. Hope you enjoy it and like to share your comments. ***** Next morning, Mary and Carmen went back to their rooms and I went to J...
All characters in this story are over 18. While the setting is High School, people in this futanari world don't attend high school until they are 18. ***** Umi sat alone in an empty subway car. She stared at the seat across from her and hit the back of her head against the cushioned seat in frustration. The rest of the day had gone fine. During the tour,...
Dr. Anne Frankenstein stared at the flask in her hand. Weeks of work decoding Jekyll's increasingly insane ramblings, gathering materials, and applying every modern technique to create the amber fluid. A chemical to bring suppressed elements of personality to the foreground. One strong enough, in the proper dose, to tame a wolf man. The moon would be full...
Note: This story takes place during Soul Calibur IV, so Ivy is wearing that outfit and she's on a mission to find out about the Soul Calibur. ***** Ivy walked into the temple with her sword ready. Her eyes were fierce and her stance was proud, as she searched for danger in the seemingly abandoned building. Her firm, round butt cheeks jiggled slightly a...
I always kind of liked a certain character in the DCverse. You know, protege of a certain crime-fighting cowled superhero in Gotham City. Well-connected, gets all (well maybe not all, most) of the girls. He's quite the manslut isn't he? So one day my muse gets horny and asks me what would happen if he got a taste of his own medicine. Aha, you all know where...
"Oh, Paree," Clark sighed, leaning back in his chair leisurely and tilting his face up to the sun. A breeze crawled across his skin, jostling one strand of hair across his face. My heart did the ol' "skip," giving my ribs a gentle punch from the inside. "I'm very happy," I said, leaning over the table, "to be across from you right now." He smiled, dimples...
*You might want to read 'Late again...' for a bit of background.* ***** The next day, I arrive at work at 9.00 wearing stockings and a much fancier set of underwear, with the requested story tucked away in my bag. I wait outside the office building until 9.02, hoping that this will be just late enough to draw your attention, and then stroll in, trying to l...
Of course blah blah blah...another man waits until I'm done and gone to complain about a job well done!! I guess I should give him a break though...*biting my bottom lip, remembering* he certainly needed some time to pick his jaw up off the floor after he saw what was standing on the other side of his door answering his flooring ad. It's always a surprise to...
"Fuck the haters," Mistress Nyx Flames wrote on her website, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous, scantily clad Black woman allowed herself a contented smile. It wasn't easy being an African dominatrix in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, land of uptight, close-minded and annoying bozos, but somehow, she made it work. Word was starting to get out about her elite se...