Before my big change, I was known as Anthony. I grew up as a boy and never in my wildest thought something like what had happened to me would or even could happen. I would say that I was a normal young man, 18 years old and getting ready to leave for my first year of college. My father had left us when I was real young and the next thing I knew there was ano...
Jane Jetson sat in front of one of the family's household computer monitors. She knew that what she was about to do would probably upset her and was somewhat of an invasion of her husband's privacy but she also knew that she just had to know what he was doing on the Universally Galactic Wide Web whenever he'd stay up late at night on the damn thing. He was b...
A friend of mine says that a woman's biggest fear is abandonment and a man's biggest fear is responsibility. I don't know if I believe that, but I suppose that's as good an explanation as any for why I was living alone at the time I met Emma. I was twice her age and had had my full share of relationships of all shapes and sizes, and while I'd found them kind...
Note: The song lyrics are not mine. I've only quoted them. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Cyclonic storm in the early hours sent roofs flying and trees crashing all over the town. Moore's Lodge was a pretty, Victorian-style building, with ornate rooms, four-poster beds, and stained glass windows. Luke loved top floors since that gave a better view of every place but he wis...
Note: This story contains elements of domination, drugged/mind controlled nonconsent, lesbian sex, and gangsters. "There is no need for them to remember any of it," Pellesise said, chuckling. The elf took a little puff from the hookah pipe and passed it on. "What putty in our claws. Humans!" "Aw, what a shame." Illetris gave a half-joking pout. "I was ho...
Chapter Seventy-Five: Dwarven Politics The first discrepancy between the real Orzammar and the game was stairs. There was a massive flight of stone stairs, wide enough for a platoon of soldiers to march in formation, leading down into the mountain. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. It made little sense that you would enter at high altitude, even wi...
Hi everyone, I really wish writing this story could be my full time job. Unfortunately, I am constrained by the demands of reality, as I'm sure all of you are. I do hope you enjoy this chapter though, and I hope you continue to be patient with me. :) Also, I want to thank those who nominated this story and voted for it in the Reader's Choice contest. I had...
This story follows straight on from Chapter 7. First a brief reminder... After the longest ejaculation I had ever imagined, Mitch's thrusts finally slowed to a halt and he knelt panting, his cock still embedded in my wife's vagina, his hands still gripping her hips, trying to catch his breath. Alice's head was flat on the couch's cushion, her face bright p...
Dave showed me where lube was kept in a nightstand drawer, as well as condoms should I decide to go all the way with a "client." He also retrieved a new toothbrush for me from his apartment, some hotel mouth wash and finally threw my panties in his washer. I would have to be commando for the next hour or so and would need to bring spares of everything my nex...
Author's Note: Most of my (something) Full of Pussy stories involve one man being serviced by multiple women. This is a slight departure from that formula. Emjoy! Enjoy! ******************** Well, that was weird. Sexy – oh Christ, incredibly sexy – but very very weird. Jeez, where do I start? OK, I guess first I need to explain who I am and who Sherr...