She stood outside in her garage, the music loud, surrounding her. She closed her eyes and wished he was with her. They had only been together once and it had been so wonderful. But they hadn’t been able to meet since then and it was making her crazy. She had been emailing him and every once in a while he talked to her on the phone. It had been so frustrating...
In addition to creating realistic characters, in realistic (if not fantastic) situations, I've included a few exercises to help build those literary muscles. At the end of this piece, there should be some interesting situations Once you believe you have your cast of characters in full dimension, it is up to you to test these characters to insure they are n...
My tutors told me I would need an infinite amount of patience. I was to bide my time considering the endless permutations and means by which suffering can be inflicted. It is easy to hurt, to destroy; pain resulting from physical intervention barely scratched at the surface of suffering. It was unpleasant for the humans; they usually died. Humans rarely expe...
Awakening: the beginning of the day, the first step in the resolute cycle of motion and rest that our bodies rely on. In the modern world, however, awakening is not allowed the courtesy of coming when it pleases. It is normally brought forth by way of an alarm. A loud and purposefully annoying sound meant to jar our lethargic persons out of a probably much n...
Every morning I wake up, in the hopes that my husband is going to give me some of that half-awake yet orgasmic morning sex. I would think that if he woke up with a boner every morning he would appreciate his wife doing him the kind service of pulling down the duvet, taking of his pants and sucking on his cock until she was so wet that she just had to ride hi...
The stars twinkled softly above me, moving with such incredibly fast speed but moving so slowly from my perspective. My current situation had forced my mind to slow down considerably and focus on what I could see and feel. Anything that was even remotely stressful had been suppressed and shoved out of my mind, as if restrained by some unknown force. That wa...
Dear Shoeblossom My first husband was an asphalt salesman; he sold cork flooring, too. I locked him in a plastic belt soon after we met; that much time on the road can make a man quite frisky. And of course you know the type. Ralph "Rip" Muztagh was a flirt from the word go. And he had what you'd call a long "cunt collar" amongst his friends. One of his...
Continue from my 1st work Chapter III - Gina After the amazing fuck that Gina had with the delivery man she happy, but feeling guilty for having betrayed Bill her husband. Her mind was very confused with what she was feeling, yes she did love Bill, yes she felt guilt for betraying him, but she couldn't stop thinking of the delivery guy, she could still sm...
This story is going to take a few more chapters to build up to the hotter bits. I hope you don't mind. I like reading stories that use chapters as puzzle pieces to take the reader on a journey, so I write that way too. ***** It snowed for a week after New Year's. Normally Jessie would have loved it, even if she had to shovel her sidewalk and driveway sever...
CHAPTER 3 /**** ---DISCLAIMER--- The characters described in the story as entirely fictional and refer to no person living or dead. Any reference found is complely coincidential. ****/ /**** ---SUMMERY--- This is the story set in a futuristic setting where a man has to forcefully change his gender into a woman and (again) forcefully marry a man. She (...