Chapter Three: A new persona The Bingham Hotel was Marilyn's choice and the sexy blonde clearly knew her restaurants. The light poured in through the Georgian boutique hotel's deco windows and their seats by the French windows offered a sublime view of the Thames. A wonderful contrast between several small pleasure boats and a couple of private yachts sa...
My name is Daniel. In the early nineties, my family moved to a bigger city to be closer to my mother's parents. My grandfather had cancer and did not have long to live. My mother loved being home and I loved the beaches, ease of access to the newest tech and just the pop culture of earlier 90s, I went from living on a sugar cane farm to computers, surfing, t...
Noise, it again rings in his ear. The babies crying, the Sergeant yelling, the masturbating monkey chirping in excitement. John screaming in the background. It's now 5:30 am. The radio continues. "Good morning Arizona. This is the Morning Sickness with John Holmberg, Brady Bogan, Creepy E, and big Dick Tolido. First off I just wanna talk about something bef...
Monica turned her head to me and I saw that desperate look of "I need to cum" on her face. She was still grinder her pussy into Mike who was ignoring the rules with two handfuls of her tits and sucking hard on her nipples. Monica's eyes rolled up in her head and I knew she was about to cum, however, they were interrupted by a naked Tiffany who gently but fir...
Author’s note: This is a story of love, not sex – an erotic coupling of hearts, not bodies (necessarily). A romance in the end, I suppose, though not a typical offering. My goal was to tell the story of two people almost entirely through their conversation. Virtually nothing is revealed except through the voices of the characters – so be forewarned. *****...
A vast forest stood before him, not as dense as his home but forest nonetheless. The trees, mostly ash and pine with some oak and spruce, at forty feet, stunted compared to the Mushtran trees, which were at least a hundred and seventy. Being used to the forest and feeling oppressed by the vast nothingness he had traversed he was glad for the shade. He rested...
Chapter 1 Kate Monroe ran down the long hallway to the main conference room, nearly spilling her coffee in the process. The red-haired beauty was going to be late again, for the second straight day. Passionate lovemaking with her boyfriend in the morning was again the reason for her tardiness. She couldn't be late again, not today. Dr. Reynolds, her always...
Out in the night, a storm began to rage. Lightning raced across dark clouded skies, lighting up the world in swathes of flashes. Rain would be coming soon and up on the roofs of businesses and urban buildings. If anyone say, they would just see a dark shape flutter between flashes, desperately trying to get home. This hell form of a woman would hide when she...
A couple of notes A character in this story uses Spivak singular they pronouns. Ey, Eir, and Em are not typos but the convention. I have also tried to include tooltips on the first occurrence of each word specific to this setting which should be denoted with a dotted underline if all goes well. If a keyword is confusing there are matching notes at the end of...
Thanks to cannd for editing, I I hope she will put up with it for a while, she has rescued me from poor grammar and missing narrative more than I can be thankful for, so thanks. * "Diana, what do you mean he is your son, you never told anyone this?" spoke the man seated upon the raised dais. "Yes, Diana what do you mean a son?" I looked at the man who sp...