There she was again, sitting in the same place on the bleachers. Watching across the gym floor while watching everyone have a good time while occupying nothing but the seat she was on. And why not? She had warmed that same place on those bleachers through every dance she ever went to at Susan B. Anthony, but it did get lonely warming that spot with a little...
I hope this story is totally fictional. It involves some pretty weird themes, but everything mostly turns out okay. Sort of. Mostly. It was fun to write. As always, you can easily enjoy this whether or not you've read any of the rest of my stories. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's Halloween contest, so please check out all the other entries and v...
She had months ago learned why astronauts, dressed in their bulky white suits and helmets, waddled clumsily rather than walked like other people. The suit's plumbing made normal walking an impossible task. Astronaut Tori Nicole Anson half shuffled, half waddled from the suit room into the hallway. She smiled inside her closed visor at all the people assemb...
Chapter 7 With the Pack Completed, an Alpha Must Rise Not too far away, Alex waited for Cassie at the park. "Shyra, I've picked up another esper," Alex communicated. "She'll be meeting up with me soon." A voice beckoned back to him, "Good job, Alexander. I am ready whenever you are." Twelve minutes later, Cassie joined up with Alex. "How did it go?...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group,...
Angela stepped off the curb and crossed her way over to the park. It was a warm, yet somewhat muggy night, which was uncommon for mid-April. Her long shirt hung widely and low which accentuated the width of her hips, but concealed the pudge of her belly that protruded over and rested on top of her waist. The way everything under her shirt appeared outwardly...
In relationships, I love how we begin to change the way we identify ourselves. "Me" becomes "We." By spending time together we find out new things about ourselves and each other. The things we do together begin to take on a larger meaning; even when they happen quite by accident. They become priorities, habits and traditions. They come to define us. I menti...
This story is part of an ongoing series involving four college students making very big mistakes. Though they don't have to be read in order, know that these events happen in a chronological sequence. -- Kate Dempsey was ready to start her summer with a bang, not a logarithm. She'd just moved into a gorgeous new house with her best friend and snagged a...
Author's note: As Messy enters its third and final act, I have a few warnings for the readers. First, there's not a lot of sexual activity in this chapter. Hardly any, to be perfectly honest. This chapter is almost totally plot-driven. So if you've been reading Messy for specifically that reason, you'll want to skip ahead to one of the next chapters once th...
The day I met Tori is probably something I'll always remember. I was traveling the Argyle Highway (so called for the unusual configuration of cobblestones requested by the geomancer in charge of the project) towards the west, the direction in which all things tend to travel. I was alone, just wandering the countryside from town to town, when I heard a bellow...