This is a fictional account. The night shift nurses slept till only 1100 hours then got up to go see the departing patients off. As they arrived at the hospital a little after 1200, they could see waiting troop trucks and ambulances to take the sailors and marines to the seaplanes for departure. The five night nurses assisted the other nurses in evacuating...
XXXVIII. How long they had been at sea was no longer even a matter of conjecture. Life indeed went on, but time seemed to pass by Jenn and Matt and their compatriots, without affecting them. Timelessness notwithstanding, the ship rested a while, at anchor, when, one morning, it finally reached Bombay. Many, perhaps most, of the guests had gone ashore when,...
It was finally happening. Shanna looked down between her legs, almost in disbelief. Her cunt had not caught fire, nor was it flashing like a storm holding lightning inside, yet it felt like both these things and more. All because of the boy... the man... between her thighs. Zar, with his bright eyes and wispy hair and that smile that made her heart quicken...
It was a long day at work but worth the effort. We closed a deal which had been just out of reach for months. Thirty minutes to quitting time and I called my staff together in my office. I offered my thanks to one and all and then said the work day is over. Those who wish may join me for a celebration drink. I have a modest bar in the corner of my office and...
Spoiler Tags: Lesbian, Orc, Transformation, Corruption, Fingering, Monster Girl, Rough Sex, Non-Con, FemDom, Voyeur Big thanks to VeeBird for helping look things over before I hit the publish button. Disclaimer- I have a feeling that this story might not be for everyone. If you're unsure/squeamish check the spoiler tags. That's it. Hope you enjoy. * "I'v...
Author's Note: I forgot to mention it with Chapter 9, but thank you to all my beta-readers and proofreaders. If you notice a marked improvement in my writing and the absence of silly typos, they're the ones to thank for it. **** She couldn't escape the smell of iron. Everywhere she went, she could smell the scent of Sylvia's blood. When she closed her eyes...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" story. I urge you to read the first and second chapters before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of th...
Mrs. Gerald Worthington III is a member of the social elite in a city near you. She is also a borderline hypochondriac. Her latest health concern is dermatological. She's in her middle fifties and her skin is showing signs of spotting, dryness and itching. Her imagined causes range from simple environmental allergies to rampant skin cancer. Aging as a cause...
The quiet walk did nothing for her mood. If ever there was a path of no return she was on one of the worst ones. Defying her brother was one act of rebellion, but waging open war on his soldiers and murdering her own people was unspeakably criminal. How could she usurp his rule with her own if hers actions were just as bloody? Riyarra, the exiled princess,...
Standing in the wings waiting. It seemed like we'd been doing this fucking play for ever. Rehearsing since the beginning of January and now, mid-April, at last, the fifth and final performance. Halle-fucking-luiah! It was my own fault. I'd allowed myself to be flattered into auditioning by Mrs Slater, who'd said she had "the perfect part" for me. Naïvely, I...