Dark clouds build up along the coast. Seagulls fly high in the sky moving north bound in long circular motions further away from the old stone tower. Trees ready to be lifted from their roots as the wind blows through the terrain. Rain pours from the sky making visibility nearly impossible on the old dirt road leading toward the old lighthouse. Once stood as...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
It had been a long, intense day of travel, but even as the sun started to dip over the edge of the horizon, the last few steps were taken, and you looked upon a gaping crevasse, the entrance into the dreaded halls of Drath'nalak. Inside was rumored to be wealth beyond measure, anything from simple piles of gold to enchanted jewelry, magic tomes, technologica...
...Mike wore a wicked smile, a satisfied smile, as he spied Liz trembling. The loaded gun in her hand. The ultimate betrayal thrust upon her. Sudden and unplanned lust for security pulsing through her body. Her face wore a lifeless expression. It was confusion swallowed by a sudden spike of insanity. Temporary perhaps, but none the less fatal. - - - - - "...
Reclamation of a Reluctant Sadist Ah, a new toy! What vision more lovely than a long legged, young blonde beauty, in the full bloom of ripe womanhood, strapped face up on a cold porcelain table with her ankles chained down two feet (my abject apologies, I did not mean to pun this early on) on either side of her beautifully flushed ears? Her tear stained f...
Yes, when Eric was undressed, he looked sort of like a chick. Part of it was because he had a totally shaved body. From September to late May every year, there wasn't a hair on Eric's body. He shaved, meticulously, every two days...his underarms, his arms, his chest and stomach, his public area and his ass, and finally, his legs. He was as silky soft and s...
Sitting home that evening after tutoring Willy, Mrs. Carrick wondered about several possibilities. She thought about lying in her tub and relaxing with music. Maybe just taking a shower and playing tantalizing herself, while she fantasized about some man to be intimate with. Willy brought on some internalized restless desires and that was ideal to a degree....
Choose 2: Life Edition Standard disclaimer this story includes transformation, growth, shrinking, sexual situations and other fetish themes in the form of a board game. If you should not be reading this, I urge you to turn back now, but if you came looking for that sort of thing I welcome you to the first part of Choose 2: Life Edition. Any feedback is alwa...
You stare bleary-eyed at precarious pyramids of gamebooks strewn out across a card table that was starting to bow in the middle. A bespectacled woman so small that you could barely see her beyond the stacks sits on the other side. She pays you little attention as you browse. The book fair was starting to look like a bust. You came thinking that you were goin...