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Misty Chapter 1 Office Slave

Dalene Harvey, a demure young office worker sits at her computer work station, methodically tapping her keyboard. Her lovely face shows the total concentration with which she composes her text; her soft blue eyes remain rigidly fixed on the monitor. In her mind, however, turmoil! And this is reflected in the roiling prose she rapidly piles up on the hard disk within.„...the Count's boots echoed down the dank stone passage, rousing Misty from her reflections. She shivered as he approached, his...

Stanley Gets A Heart On

This story is only available on Lush Stories!Stanley was a writer, a bloody good one, as it had turned out. It was almost as if there was some smutty guardian angel watching over his shoulder, prompting his fingers as they tapped out sexy prose. Whilst at university, he'd been working on his dissertation when he'd met the woman who was to become his muse, Elsa. As a result, he had discovered his knack for writing and not just erotica, although that’s where his main talent seemed to lie. Elsa...

Kat and Cyrano Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Absence Makes Our Lust Grow Hotter “This evening I need to pack for my cross-country business trip,” I continued my Sept. 23 email reply to Eric. “I'm going to leave for the airport about 6:30 tomorrow morning. We’ll be apart for just 6 days, until my return on Sunday the 28th. But after FINALLY getting to touch those special parts of each other, those 6 days are going to seem like 6 years to me! “Hope to hear from you tonight. Then, I'll go to sleep with sweet dreams of us....

Writer s Block

Olivia was a writer. It’s not just what she did, it was what, in her mind, defined her. Short stories, poems, and novellas spanning all manner of genres. She'd taken great delight sharing them with her small circle of friends, sometimes even shyly reading them out loud, quietly pleased at the praise they’d heaped on her, each time pushing herself to improve. Jack had been especially supportive, always sending her motivational emails or glowing reviews, finding bright moments in even the failed...

I m a Bit Tied Up this Afternoon

“Come on, Annie, surely “Fifty Shades of Grey” isn’t as bad as that,” said Alan.“But it is!” I argued, getting on my high horse as usual. “It’s just so badly written – I mean, she just has no idea how to construct a story, or describe things interestingly, or make believable characters. It’s just a masturbatory fantasy!”“Well, yes, but then that’s the point of it, isn’t it?” suggested Sue, sipping at her red wine.“Well, if I want to get off, there’s a lot of much better-written stuff on the...

One hot steamy day and raunchy sex with Dad

We ran a small hotel, well, more a 'Bed and Breakfast', to be more precise. It was always mothers idea, as she was a cook and bottle washer, it suited her temperament, and dad, as he was good at mending things, everything appeared to go swimmingly.Of course when the girls came along, my sister then I, were roped into things girls were supposed to do, clean, serve and brighten the place up a bit.Jilly, my sister was a nightmare as a teenager, but it turned out she was more like our mother, I had...

Making My Mother Pregnant

CHAPTER I - THE BURDEN OF LOVING YOUR MOTHERI suffer from a pregnancy fetish, I admit. It's been a lifelong affliction, but only recently have I come to embrace this obsession as what makes me who I am. If that labels me as weird or strange, so be it. It's something undeniable I feel I was born with.I know that's odd for a guy who's just 21, a college football player, and overall a good student who's been told he's a handsome strapping young guy by the few girls he's dated. Most of my friends...

Revenge is both Sweet and Gratifying

'What the fuck are you doing?'I had walked in and caught him jerking off over her prostate body, thankfully she was comatose, d**gged to her eyeballs and tied down on the gurney.She had been brought in from some rich k**s wild party, way out in the suburbs, gotten high on some LSD or some kind of mind altering d**g, and resulted in her needing to be tied down and sedated.I guess the mixture of her state of undress and exposed sexy undies, were proving too much, for my colleague. She had twisted...

Caz Getting Her Slut On

Wrote a little story for a British xHam Friend of mine...the version he posted is hotter, with pictures of the infamous Caz to go along with the prose: http://xhamster.com/user/dan2704/posts/153740.htmlBut, if you're a tightwad with dial-up or limited bandwidth, or you can't stand the thought of reading this story with inline images of the incredibly fuckable Caz, then read on, ya horny bastard:Since I'm an American, and new at this sort of thing, we arrange to meet in a public place near...

Staying with Aunt Fay

Milton had been staying with his aunt Faye for the last two days. He had been there as a helping labouring hand and he was the muscle in the helping of the refurbishing of his auntie Fays house. She had asked him and offered to put him up for a few days, she would feed him, clean for him and even pay him if he were to come over and do some hard graft. Her husband, who was Uncle Thomas to Milton, was out on business, having gone to a conference in Cumbria which was up North so he was very much...

Moving to a Retirement Community

Chapter 8 That evening, as I was eating my dinner, I got a call from Henry. He let me know that his sister-in-law was going to be ok, a few broken bones but nothing that was life threatening. Then he apologized for leaving me alone in his house. I told him that it was fine and that I fully understood the situation and that it was not a problem. I assured him that I might have done the same thing if the circumstances had been reversed. family, in my humble opinion, had to be placed above...

The Pacifier

It's an amateur CGI film, running time 39 minutes. It has everything---Story, sex, emotion. The uploader, thesandman01, clearly put countless hours of work into it.I dedicate this post to him. What follows is an adaption of his movie in a prose format. I have kept it as faithful to his film as possible, although I have condensed several scenes for editorial reasons."Just ten months ago, my life was in shatters."Overly indulgent and depressing music playing, fade-out to dresser with shattered...

Show and Tell

Show and TellThe instructions were quite simple. Write one paragraph describing your lover and the unique passion you have for them. When faced with that challenge, lots of people choose to just chicken out. Just the thought of expressing their emotions is uncomfortable for a great many individuals, especially if they’ve never thought too much about them before and especially if they have to write them down and share their feelings with the world. Others, convinced that the challenge is...

Chinese Pussy for Indian Cock

Sharon and I met on an adult website catering to people who want to explore sexual liaisons with likeminded individuals of the opposite sex . It was just a few weeks ago that I glanced upon her profile which had a very sensual picture of her posing naked in a sensual pose in her shower.The lines of her body caught my eyes. She is slender, sensually !! Her pose in that profile picture is perhaps the most arousing but not of the vulgar type. It has poise, it has class and it has a compellingly...

Chinese Pussy for Indian Cock

Sharon and I met on an adult website catering to people who want to explore sexual liaisons with likeminded individuals of the opposite sex . It was just a few weeks ago that I glanced upon her profile which had a very sensual picture of her posing naked in a sensual pose in her shower.The lines of her body caught my eyes. She is slender, sensually !! Her pose in that profile picture is perhaps the most arousing but not of the vulgar type. It has poise, it has class and it has a compellingly...

Staying with Aunt Fay

Introduction: Her name was Fay Banks, but to Milton Vicars she was Aunt Fay who was married to his Uncle Thomas and his aunt needed assistance over the summer. Aunt Fay had offered to put him up for three nights in exchange for his labour and during this time Auntie Fay would cook, clean and feed him but little did Milton and Fay for that matter realise she would end up offering something a little more unbecoming of an auntie and more a lover and he would end up providing her with a fix the...

Kylan Academy Chapter 1 Grace

Chapter One - Grace "You know that you deserve this, correct?" A stern male voice admonished from beyond the closed door. "...Your k**ding me, right?! Like, there's no way you can do this! It was my first time!" A haughty, insolent young girl replied. That comment elicited a smirk from the administrative assistant sitting to the left of Grace. Grace brushed a loose lock of luxurious purple hair from her visage as she wondered why the lady behind the computer was finding the conversation...

Maspalomas Gran Canaria my sister and our father

Maspalomas, Gran Canaria. My little sister looked at me, 'Why there', she asked, intrigued more by the fact she did not know where it was, so I pointed it out on the map, before elucidating more on its main attraction.'Our Mummy is an extreme exhibitionist'. I tailed off wanting the word to sink into her inner self, my sisters eyes widened as I continued, 'you will be paraded for old men to wank off to', and having given my short graphic synopsis, the still all too fresh memories of last year's...

Two girls and the Glory Holes in Germany

I am not really into name dropping, but an old colleague of mine from the airline industry who hit the news last year for her antics, with open sex and an admittance to having shot a porn movie, phoned me last week and arranged a meet, our flights coinciding with a touchdown in Hahn Airport, we were coming in from from different countries, and although we did not know each other intimately, we were of similar types, that much we garnered from our initial meeting, she was dark haired, I blond,...

The Taking of Cassidy Lynn The Banquet

When Cassidy arrived at Manuel's door, she found it surprisingly difficult to ring the bell. She really didn't know him at all, and yet less than half an hour earlier, she allowed him to take her sexually on the balcony during her Firm's company party, a party that was still taking place upstairs.Afterward, even after fucking her as if she were some coed slut, he dared to assume she would follow him down here, to his apartment. It was preposterous, and yet, here she was.All the way down, as she...

First time for everything

I was visiting my mum by the seaside on a late autumn/early winter day of limited warmth and light. Everything was quite sombre in the wake of my fathers recent funeral. The large house still had much of his personality in it, shelves of old books -the War Years, and many other austere works mixed with some good poetry and prose, lots of old touring maps.We talked a while about sorting out financial affairs and other practicalities over a pot of Earl Grey tea.I said I would take a quick walk...

SECOND CHANCES

One of my classes is critical to all students graduating high school. They must get a passing grade or else they cannot move on to whatever awaits them beyond the hallowed halls of the only high school in this county. It is English after all, our native language. I moved here from the city because I wanted peace and quiet. I had thought that maybe my experiences would be different. But I see the same amount if not more students just squeak by or drop out. Then they go on to local farms thinking...

Disciplining Frank Leigh

This story only available on Lush Stories. Dedicated to a humble man and a lovely friend.It isn’t every day one wins the chance to meet one’s favourite writer, and the women of certain lusty circles had been ready to scratch each other's eyes out over the charity competition. For a mere 3,000 (or $4653.90) donation, anybody with the cash and will to write a poem could enter and be in with a chance to meet Frank Leigh. Nobody remembers if there was a second prize. Or a third. Who cared, when...

All Tomarrow s Parties

This story has nothing to do with the song of the same name. I just liked the title, so I nicked it. I'm not above stealing song titles for stories, or even the occasional handle. ;) Many thanks to all the kind folks on the TF writers' list who helped me polish this monster. I get the feeling I could have spent the rest of my natural life rewriting it, but I've decided to cut it loose. It contains some pretty explicit sex, so if you don't like to read that kind of thing, you've...

An Afternoon with Mother

An Afternoon with Mother (A short essay) by Deborah Leigh Johnson aka Miss Karen-Anne Brown Confusion was the word that described my feelings better than anything else, as I sat here, in my mother's living room, of the big old country home that I had grown up in. I'd been away from home for three years now, because, I just knew that if I went home, I would do what I was doing this minute. I just knew that I loved those old feelings just too too much to resist it. I...

The Muses

Here is a new universe that I challenge everybody to write in. I don't think anybody has quite had an idea like this before. A person can live a book, movie, TV show, etc., and THEN have to go further once it reaches the end of the known storyline. Interesting! I dare you all to try! Raven "The Muses" by Raven Jack was causally strolling through the wide indoor avenues of the mall when he noticed a new store. It struck him as rather curious because he was in the mall on a...

Generation Gap in Poetical Prose

I am just a man. Yes, I am tall and I am "built" so the young woman said.. But, I really don't think that I am that great looking, average looks, perhaps. So, why are young women attracted to me? I can honestly say "I have no idea!" Beauty, sexiness and sex are in the eyes of the beholder.“I’ve waited all day, ”She said, “What kept you anyway?” She sat on my sofa with a pout, Early I guess her classes were out. “I do work from time to time,” said I, “But now you are mine,” she chimed, The pout...

Heels

HEELS By: Deane Christopher Copyrighted: 1999 ******************************************************* Note to prospective reader: I think of myself not as a writer or an author, but as a surrealistic wordsmith, pioneering the literary art form of Out-based Free-prose. Therefore, in the following composition, any and all adherence to the rules governing the proper use of the English Language are purely coincidental. The reader will find the sentence structure has a marked...

The Lamp

THE LAMP Subtitle: I DREAM OF GENE Copyright 1998 By Deane Christopher ************************************************* Note to prospective reader: I think of myself not as a writer or an author, but as a surrealistic wordsmith, pioneering the literary art form of Out- based Free-prose. Therefore, in the following composition, any and all adherence to the rules governing the proper use of the English Language is purely coincidental. The reader will find the sentence...

Random Quotes

Random Quotes compiled by Dov(e) Some time ago, I was toying with the idea of computer-generated stories. Since erotica does not always require a firm plotline (although it certainly can benefit from one), it seemed an obvious genre in which to experiment. In considering various approaches to computer-generated prose, I found that I needed a way to distill the very essence of TG fantasy stories. As an experiment, I created a simple program which would sift through the 1,300- odd...

Chatting with Jack Chalker 2

Chat Guest: Jack Chalker On Sunday December 5, 1999 12:30PM PDT Edited by Anne-Mal + jchalker has arrived. (TgDon) *Trumpets blare* (Morgan) YAY! "Identity Matrix"! The best!!! (ninja660) Our guest has arrived! :) (TgDon) *Swords rise up in deference* (Sapphire) Hip, hip, hurray! (TgDon) *All rise* (DanielSan59) All Right! Welcome! (Lorna) YEAH! (ninja660) Greetings Jack! (*Julie) Welcome!! (*Bashful) Welcome Mr. Chalker! (Jean_Rea) Welcome Mr....

It s Lonely at the Top

Author's notes: This little ditty just popped into my head and my Muse refused to let me be still until I wrote it. So, 90 minutes later, the following emerged. The usual disclaimers apply, of course. This would probably be a PG story if there were PG ratings out there. It is a work of fiction; any similarity between anyone living, dead, or undead is wholly unintentional and anyone who thinks otherwise needs to seriously get a life. I'm dedicating this story to the...

Instant Gratification

Instant Gratification By Jacquie Windsor I was really pleased with the performance of my new computer, with the cable connection and everything. Where I used to have to wait several minutes during my frequent Net surfing, now all the screens loaded quicker than anything. Hours of time could be saved. Not that I was about to make much positive use of that saved time. No, instead I was now just spending even more time diving deeper into the nooks and crannies of the World Wide Web....

A True Autobiographical Chamar Mother 8217 s Story 8211 Part 2

I am pleasantly surprised over huge emails from all of you. Thanks for your response. In fact, as I told you, it is not just a story but a true happening of my life. I am a well read person and I have educated myself by correspondence degrees. In fact, I have an M Phil in English Literature and I have read a lot of novels. This is the reason for my polished prose. Some of you also wanted to know my stats which I have not mentioned in the previous story. In fact, I am 5 .7 feet, very fair with...

Looking for Hope

Looking For Hope By Dawn DeWinter CHAPTER 1 - DOWN THE MANHOLE Hope is gone. There is no sign of hope. Hope is nowhere to be found. She hasn't replied to an e-mail since the eleventh. Why doesn't she answer? She can't be on vacation. If she were, she'd have told us all. She's always kept in touch before. Why not now? It's not like Hope to have gone missing. Where is Hope? Does anyone know where she lives? Where she works? Does she live or work in New York City? Tell me if...

Pretty Little Thing

Pretty Little Thing By Lynn LeFey "What the HELL are these?" Angela asks me. I blink. I don't have an answer. At least, not one she would want to hear. She holds up a pair of pink panties. I can see the look on her face. I know what she's thinking. She thinks I'm cheating on her. Nothing could be farther from the truth. They're mine, of course, and I don't know how to tell her that the man she loves has a... feminine side. "I don't know. I guess they...

I was 17 and the old man wanted my ass

'Where are the curtains', I asked, he just smiled and said, 'It's OK, the glass is polarized, people can't see in'.I found it hard to believe, so to test his theory I walked outside and looked from the street, sure enough, it was dark and I could not see inside.After he left I continued unpacking, laying my clothes out on the bed, then I stripped off, deciding to shower before going out.I studied myself in the mirror and as I did so, the mood struck me, so I decided to entertain myself before...

Great gal Gina

I invited Gina for a gynalogical intimate inspection.She agreed eagerly and spread her legs like an eagle.I noticed she got very wet from my burning eyes.She was soaking before I could try to dry her.I kept lapping like a cat, all juices flowing from her fanny.She kept getting keeping wetter, squirting into my face.I love to lap along her hot sexy slimy slit, every drop of it.She loves my long tongue talking dirty to her without words.I love to make love to my lesbian love from far.She loves to...

Clarissa

Clarissa By Alamo Preacher Session One. Clarissa was both the most interesting and the most unusual of my patients in a very long time. She would have insisted that she wasn't unusual, but, at least when she first began visiting me, I believed that she was probably unique. She was first referred to me by her own doctor, who believed that Clarissa's back-pain problems were psychosomatic, and had a mental, rather than physical cause. In fact, as it turned out, Clarissa had a...

Messages In A Bottle Of Estrojen

The future in the mirror is closer than it appears. If, thanks to new technology, you had to become a girl for a year in the middle of high school, what would you do? Start a blog, of course. -- Kiai 28jun08 *Hi.* Seven whole years after the dot-bomb hit and it's still true. Most blogs are written by teenage girls displaying their awesome angst in badly spelled prose for the whole World Wide Web to read, just as if they were writing in one of those diaries with a...

The Little Princess in the Pea Pod

Note: This story is set in Wholeman's Pea Pod Universe, sometime between 'Pea Pod' and 'Pea Pod - The Return.' The Little Princess in the Pea Pod By Maggie The Kitten For Auntie Holly, with minor edits by her Doctor X led the next contestant for, 'You bet your manhood,' over to Dolly and Meka. Maggie had been under the doctor's therapy now for about a year. She was no doubt transsexual, and sadly, like many of her gender challenged sisters, she was not particularly passable as...

The Summerland Path

The Summerland Path "Y caead llwybr, Na Sidhe, Na Dynol, Geni daear, Geni Tir na Nog Medru dro Cyd-rhwng" "The path is closed, no Sidhe or man born of Earth or Summerland will bear memory of the linking roads." -Eremon's curse I. The Gwaun Valley, Wales, Late evening, February. The old one rested her white wispy haired head in the crook of the overstuffed chair and closed her eyes. Kerrdia's cheeks were warmed rosy by the crackling fire in the hearth and...

Skin Trade

Skin Trade By Cal Y. Pygia Sixteen-year-old Jennifer Beale put down her romance novel. The sun was hot. It burned mercilessly, baking her. She wished she'd worn a swimsuit instead of a halter top, a knee-length skirt, bobby sox, and sandals. A two-piece suit or, better yet, a bikini would have exposed her upper legs, her back, and her tummy to the air, allowing the faint, intermittent breeze to cool her. She'd looked forward to reading the last chapter of "Blithe Boys",...

Adrift

Adrift By Julie O Chapter One Jay Burkhart spent most of the afternoon sorting through the latest delivery. At twenty years old he had achieved the status of assistant manager at one of the many CD shops off campus. The job didn't pay that much, but there were many benefits. First, Jay got to hear the latest CDs first. Second, the hours weren't that bad. Third, it was an escape from college; no one at the shop bugged him about his life, or for that matter even cared, and...

Carnival of Mirrors Hero

This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...

In the Heat of the Night

It was a steamy night in the ATL and there was a power outage. No light, no AC, all the entire city could do was sit and sweat and sit and sweat some more. Luckily, I live on the top floor of my condo so I could go outside naked as the day I was born and enjoy a little breeze without the fear of anyone peeking at me. My balcony looks out over the parking lot of a major home furnishing store, you know, the one from Sweden, Switzerland, wherever the hell it’s from so there isn’t a building...

Tableaux

Tableaux A short prose by Liam Slade Originally published on Fictionmania, only to be reproduced elsewhere with author's permission. http://www.liamslade.com ** He was free. Free to drift down the corridors of the subconscious, travelling as he would please between two realms, but at his journey's end, he could only reach one destination, once and for all. The door slammed behind him, there would be no going back. He was trapped, and on either side of him, two rooms, two...

Cockroach

Based on a March 29, 1916 New York Sun newspaper column and the 1927 book "Archy and Mehitabel," both by Don Marquis This may be archived/posted anywhere. Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Cockroach By Pretzelgirl dear boss, you don't know me but i am andy the cockroach. i live in the wall behind your computer. i thought this might be a good way to introduce myself by writing you a letter. i have meant to do this for a long time, but you never leave your...

Madame Strange

Madame strange (c) 2006 by anthony durrant i found this story in one of my grandfather's old books; apparently the writer had given it to him when he was on one of his book-buying trips in america; it is the origin of a little-known world war ii comic book character called madame strange, and was in very poor condition when i found it. I have translated it into a prose format so that the tg fans can read it. Fauntleroy steubens walked up to the man on duty at the gate of the...

Imprisoned in Silk Part 7

19. Mrs Gilligham strikes again Geoffrey was tied up on the chair that had wheels, after his cape had been removed. He was desperate at having Mrs Gilligham understand he had NOT tried to escape. But of course, the thorough gagging he had been given made it all impossible. She threw a blanket over him then led his chair into the closet under the stairs. He was in the dark, but he did not manage to fall asleep. The angry look on Alice's face haunted him. When he was taken out from...

Reversed Polarity 05

REVERSED POLARITY - 05 by Libnos In the weeks that followed our night at the 'girl's' lounge we took other opportunities to go back there including weekends at the cabin. At these times I gained more and more confidence in my role as a woman and by watching the mannerisms Moira and other women I became more adept at being one. My fascination with men's cocks continued to grow and I took every opportunity to enjoy sucking...

Into Tales Untold

You are about to begin reading the new story by Jan S, "Into Tales Untold". Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. Let the world around you fade. Best to close the door. Tell the others right away, "No, I don't want to watch TV!" Raise your voice... --Umm, while you do that, I need to talk to someone. What are you doing!? Huh? Who are you talking to? Go back. This opening comes straight from Italo Calvino! So? It's a great way to start a story, isn't it? I like it...

Seduced

My first attempt at sexual fantasy in prose.This is the 2nd draft.After my wife left I started spending some time at her sisters house. Hazel and I had always got on well and I enjoyed the company. I suspected she felt sorry for me and was just being sociable out of kindness. However I felt sorry for myself and accepted her hospitality eagerly.Just a few weeks short of our 20th anniversary, my wife Cheryl had declared one morning that she was emigrating to France. She seemed to glow with...

Priestess of Cybele

"Priestess of Cybele: An Erotic Biography" An Exotic Proem for Adults in Four Line Stanza by The Orifice at Delphi ([email protected]) it will become you; and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become. girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need. ee cummings "Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that...

Finding Happily Ever After

This story is a sequel to Trapped in a Faerie Tale. I had the idea for this story some time ago and have been working on it off an on for the last year. I would classify it as an adventure story that has a TG theme, similar to the first story. If you haven't read the first story, I would like it if you did. It is not necessary that you do so before reading this tale, however. FINDING HAPPILY EVER AFTER (TRAPPED IN FAERIE TALE BOOK...

It Seemed Like A Good Idea at the Time Chapter II

It Seemed Like A Good Idea at the Time Chapter II Juliette Lima After I was allowed to arise from our bed Marie grasped my penis and led me into our en suite bathroom. "Well now Juliette, you do call yourself Juliette when you write your stories, don't you? Are you enjoying your escapade? I found your writings online and then found the thumb drive you stored them on. When I saw the fundraiser I knew that you were the perfect candidate. Now I don't think the folks raising money...

Masochistic Me

Masochistic Me By Cal Y. Pygia Late in purchasing a home computer, I was late in surfing the 'net. However, when I first took to cyberspace, spending hours perusing porn, like any other red-blooded, all-American boy, I soon discovered spanking, both as it is represented in drawings and photographs, still and (in the form of video clips) moving. I also discovered Literotica, to which, by today's count, I have submitted (lovely word, that!) over 682 works,...

Beautiful Soul

Beautiful soul Drabbles,Poetry - Sentimental - Autobiographical - In Hiding - Rating G - Complete yes - Age N/A Not quite poetry but cryptic prose describing self discovery. A bit morbid at first but is quite a nice read with a good message. Waiting... What am I waiting for? My whole life I've been waiting. I just want to sleep I'm so tired I can't sleep, I lay in bed, my mind writhing over everything, and yet nothing. I hug my panda teddy tighter and try to ignore the...

So you thought you knew teens

Why do I tell stories?Because I know you guys are wanking as you read my dirty thoughts, and besides, you may as well know, I masturbate myself as I write to you, that's why sometimes my writing is disjointed and mistakes happen.As a girl I was known for pulling my knicker elastic down to let the boys see my cunt, where some girls did it for favors in return, I did it because I got off on doing it.Back then I used to scrunch-up a towel and put it between my legs and pull on it, applying as much...

Dream Princess

Introduction Over the summer in 2010, I had a very vivid dream that I awoke from with a start, and almost immediately wrote down the details. It was a very transgendered dream, and I think I have only had a few before that I had any post sleep memory of. Anyway, not only did I write it down, but it has become the impetus for the beginning of a story of sorts. The first seven paragraphs of this story are basically the dream as I recalled it from only hours before, embellished...

A very short story the friendly genii

A very short story - one The genii's laugh. Kind readers, I have the honour to address you all and to announce myself to you. I am miss Jane Austen. I have taken to writing prose as a means of passing the time. If I am lucky you may have heard of something of them. It would indeed be my great good fortune if you would heard of any of these works and could think kindly of them. The circumstances of a lady in these times can hardly be called prosperous. So no person would...

The Rise of Miss Hyde Part 2

The Rise of Miss. Hyde By Argus Part 2 Cool echoes reverberated reverently inside the church, as soft summer sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, painting the interior in soothing pastel shades. Usually the old church was a place of serenity; of holy calm and a familiar anchor to saner times. It should have been a tranquil scene, but the figure who sat chewing his lip nervously on the old wooden pews was far from calm. He wore his inner struggles upon his face and...

Pendulum

Pendulum By Argus A note from the author I actually wrote this before I began writing the "Rise of Miss. Hyde" stories, so chronologically it's my first piece of fiction. I was of two minds whether to submit it though, because I felt it was very rough round the edges. I'll freely admit that some of the prose is less than perfect and it feels a bit awkward in places, but I'm still happy with the basic idea. Having nearly completed the final part of my Miss. Hyde story,...

Seize the Moment

SEIZE THE MOMENT It was all too mind-blowing! Why would a young man of 28, like me, from a deprived part of south-east London, on his first visit to America, be sitting in a white limousine being driven from Los Angles Airport to a top Hollywood hotel? As I sat in the car my mind ran over the events that had brought me here. Although my school in London had not been a particularly good one, I had achieved respectable A-level grades and had gained a university place at Bristol to...

A Day at the Grocery Store

Hello and thank-you for taking the time to read my first of what I hope are many stories. Please let me know what you think of my first attempt at some erotic prose. Compliments are gladly accepted and hopefully complaints will be minimal.I am going to ask you now to let me know if you feel what you are about to read is a true story or work of my imagination. My wife and I try to share the jobs around the house. I vacuum, wash the bath tub and toilets, BBQ about three times a week rain or...

One Summers Morning

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