The Kelly MacGuire Series Story This is the second in the Kelly MacGuire Series. Dan runs into Kelly at a charity event and, after she sends her tired husband home, the two find themselves back at Dan's condo, where Kelly begins to divulge some of her past indiscretions. PLEASE SEE THE END-NOTE BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY.
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Dave thought everything in his life was perfect, until... Not everyone responds to crises in the same way. Dave was level-headed in most situations, but he was about to be tested. Can he put his life back together?
For fifty years since the capture and transportation of their forebears to Thurn, the women of a race the Thurnians call Elves have been at the mercy of the citizens of Thurn. Although talented in metal and leather work, it is the Elves beauty and sexual allure to Thurnian men which is in most demand. Wealthy men are now creating private harems of Elf Maidens while government officials wrestle with the problem of the ever-increasing population of Elves in Thurn.
A story in the Time Twitch Universe
That night in Flagstaff. A pickup at a Whiskey Bar and the ensuing fun and erotic romp. Graphic sexual content.
(To have better context around this story you might want to read Chapter 16 of a Ten Pound Bag)
Voluntary Beauty, the company's ads were everywhere. You could have the body you wanted or needed. Renton was down on his luck and for a one year contract they would fix all his money problems. All he needed to do was become a beautiful woman.
A Jim Priest Story Part of the Jim Priest universe
Teenager exploits the attention her huge growing bust has on the boys at upper school and her ability to bust their balls. Jim observes her brutally punish an over-familiar boy at the Christmas party before she takes Jim for her pleasure.
Freedom is heavy. Not the absence of walls. Not broken chains. Not an open road. It is the moment you stop running. The moment you surrender to something stronger than your fear. She was sure of herself, yet starving for freedom. He became her mirror showing her the parts she was ignoring. The collar is no cage. It is an anchor. The weight that finally stops her from drifting into the cold, meaningless void of not belonging.