Edited by Red Martha. In "Joanne's Metamorphosis" my male protagonist was a successful writer of country music; I've only borrowed a sliver or two from that story theme. My musical tastes are eclectic; I enjoy classical, jazz, blues, classic rock, alternative rock and country---pretty much anything other than gangsta' rap. My son reintroduced me to country...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup I woke the next...
CHAPTER 4 In which Amy and Lucy visit Oakleigh Hall and further secrets concerning Miss Burnley are revelaed Lucy and I had no more opportunities to spy upon our guardian and our governess before the day came when we were to depart for Okeleigh Hall. Lady Okeleigh's well appointed traveling coach pulled up outside the house. Lady Okeleigh, Lucy, Miss Burnl...
It was summer and oppressively hot. A job landed in Craig's, lap; he received a request for a focus group to taste wine. Craig a marketing consultant gets jobs like this all the time. He remembered a friend that has house in the hills that he rented before and thought that it would be a good place for his tasting session. While not running away from disease,...
Special thanks to CWatson for all the advice. * She opened her eyes slowly, her vision getting clearer with each blink. The early morning light streaming in through the windows made her head throb, and she immediately regretted however much she'd had to drink the night before. Gradually her head stopped spinning enough for her to realize this wasn't her be...
Buck was resting on the couch with his wife of 20 years, Elaine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, their kids, now teenagers and one with a car, still out with friends at the movies on a snowy Christmas Eve. They didn't expect the kids back for another couple of hours, being just after 9pm, and were enjoying a couple of cocktails before they would head back t...
Dot Blanchard was putting the finishing touches to the apartment over the garage. Her husband, Bill, had gone to the state prison to pick up an inmate that was being paroled. Dot didn't like the idea that he would be living and working here on the farm. Bill would not have agreed to keep him, but he was the son of and old friend that had worked for Bill's fa...
She eased herself into the bathtub letting the warm water take the stress out of her body. She had just poured her first glass of very cold, white wine and took the first sip. The twins were finally off to their first summer camp; the house was empty and quiet. She put her head back against the tub pillow and closed her eyes. She thought, "I can't believe it...
'I need to see you, can we meet?' A text I was not expecting pinged on my phone Friday morning. Last time I spoke to Liam, almost a week ago, we decided enough was enough. We'd taken too many risks already, we had to cool it before it got too out of hand and people got hurt. We agreed we didn't want to hurt anyone. We hadn't messaged each other as we had s...
Author's Note: Hey everyone, I have a new story today. I might end up being extremely busy over the coming weeks or months, as such the amount of time I can spend writing may be limited. On another note, please read and enjoy, don't forget to drop a comment and rate. Also, if anyone is familiar with my work, they know I love futanari, and believe me... it's...