Do I really have to go in there? Lana thought as she stared at what had been a manhole once. Something that had come before her though had turned it into a regular hole. The only evidence of what it had been was steel manhole cover that had been flung halfway through a Buick as whatever it was broadened the entrance to accommodate its girth. Whatever that t...
The Horned Reaper stood alone in the dank darkness of the long-abandoned dungeon. He sneered. Long abandoned. Being abandoned entailed it being occupied in the first place. This was no Dungeon. It was a tomb. His tomb. Long ago, he had been the most powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed… Well… He couldn't remember ho...
In 2027, a mad horny scientist unleashed her diabolical weapons in an attempt to turn the world into her sexual paradise. She released two custom-made viruses. one that would affect men, and one women. They rapidly spread to the entire population, brining their effects with them to all but 0.00001% of the population. For women, the effects caused futaficatio...
It seemed like an innocent enough request. "Honey, join me tonight – please? You made me so horny, I can't stand it. I need something really… wicked." Before you get your nose out of joint, 'innocent' has a different meaning for us than most people. It's not like I had never participated in one of Sable's 'booty calls'. Nor would it be the first time somet...
Author's note: This story takes place following Holly's Winter and Cecee's Spring, but before Vicky's Fall and Oksana's New Year. However, this story was written immediately after Holly's Winter and before any of the others in the series. It should stand as its own complete story. I appreciate comments, feedback and constructive criticism. XVI Two days lat...
Sara sighs out in absolute boredom, as she rides shotgun in her boyfriends truck. They travel up a logging road flanked by tall cedar trees, if it were not for the frequent bends she would be certain that road was never-ending by this point. She looks at the clock on the dashboard, she groans deeply in mental agony as they reach the nearly six hour mark of t...
Do I love my husband? I know I should be able to answer that question in a heartbeat. But I can't, so I guess that's an answer too. I do know that I must have loved him, once. Could I have fallen out of love -- or at least out of thinking I loved him? Many people say you can't fall out of love. If you do, they say, it can't have been true love to begin wit...
Is this all that we are? We wretched few... Is this all that we're destined to become? // "You killed him! You monster, you beast!" The girl was sobbing but there was venom in her eyes. An actual desire to kill. When I went home, I went straight to my grandmother. "Baba? Am I a monster?" The woman gasped. "No sweetie. You're a child; and a very sweet...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living...