They held hands as they walked down a garden pathway that led toward the Breeding House. The signpost at the pathway's entrance told them exactly that. And if that wasn't enough, there were other couples walking ahead of them possibly heading in the same direction and they appeared familiar with where they were going. Gladys glanced over her shoulder and saw...
Why was everything slowly rocking? It wasn't doing anything good for her head and stomach. Her eyes were itchy. She thought to rub them. She couldn't. Something was blocking the movement. Her eyes opened. Wooden, creaking, a ceiling that felt rustic. There was an unfamiliar aroma in the air. Rellenora was reminded of a time when she had to go with her...
This one (and Everything Under The Sun) have been sitting on my hard drive for two years. Don't ask me where this one came from. But you may be able to help me decide where it's going. Just remember one thing: if you don't know what "futa" is, back away slowly. If you DO like this stuff (you fucking pervert), I recommend "The Sex Star" by Pinata. * I don't...
It was a beautiful day in LA; the balcony doors were wide open and the sunshine streaming in, the overhead ceiling fan groaning under the constant pressure of a war that it could not win. Martine and I were just lazing around, generally chatting following a light lunch. High on the 21st floor traffic noise was minimised and the weighted net drapes keeping ou...
Tired, Scott leaned back into the soft cushions of the deck chair. It had been a long day, hustling with orders and customers at a small, upscale restaurant in town. The orders had come fast and furious, and the customers were certainly not helping things out, asking every two minutes for one more little thing. Seriously, how can you ask me for more dressing...
Stephanie awoke slowly at around 8.30 on Sunday morning, with images of the previous day's activities forming incoherent but nevertheless pleasant images in her head. She and Nick had enjoyed a couple of bottles of Phelan Segur with Sally and Rob over a dinner of duck breast and dauphinoise potatoes at which conversation had become increasingly unrestrained,...
A tremor of anticipation runs between Arsa's shoulder blades. The summoning is nigh she just knows it. Nailed fingers scrape through her thick, short purple hair, dragging it away from the stubs of the nascent horns above her forehead. She runs her tongue out, moistening her pale lips, shakes her head and shifts her hips, applies a bit of heft to her sporty...
Dear readers, This is Simon Shadow. This is another entry from my journal. I'm not sure when I'll get the chance to post another story. I'm travelling Europe, looking after a few 'clients' for a while. Anyway, for now...enjoy. I spent the next few weeks dealing with some minor celebrities (and a couple of not-so-minor ones), and trying to find out the...
The creatures could almost be mistaken for squid, were it not for the scrabbling claws that hung out of their gelatinous body where tentacles would be, as well as their evident comfort on dry land. Kayleigh watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as they scrambled across the floor, making little scritch-scratch sounds, and balanced plates of food on t...
Nikki sent me an email at work this morning that simply read: Good morning my little boy wife "Halloween party tonight at Castaways. Patrick has his two college roommates coming up for the weekend. I'll pick up our costumes and see you at home around 7pm. Hope you have a great day! Your Queen! Great, I thought to myself as I closed out the email. Nikki...