Ma/Fa Stories

A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story
Dan's fifty-third birthday celebration goes horribly wrong. A teasing joke with Karen causes them to argue over her not facing her miscarriage. Karen leaves the party yelling they would all be better off if she was dead..."I sure hope Mom doesn't go and do anything stupid like hurting herself. She wouldn't, would she Dad, hurt herself...or possibly even kill herself?" Brad asked tears forming in his eyes. "Right now, Brad...I'm not so sure," he confessed.

Terrorists attack at the Mall of America.

A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story
On this day, Wendy has her fifteen minutes of fame when she claims her winning lottery ticket. Dan asks Wendy to 'marry' him and they begin a short but sensual honeymoon involving unexpected fun.

NYC cop takes 2 bullets and wakes in the ER screaming... Not my cock, please god, not my cock... Can a red haired Irish surgeon married to a midget save it? And what will she think when she finds the cop's pretty sister fondling it? Whose baby is little Ricardo? And what about Rosie...

Jack Tompkins was shocked when his wife of thirty years threw him out of their home. It brought about big changes in his life; bigger than he ever imagined.

Doug isn't a very nice guy. I mean, you wouldn't much want your sister to date him. He's shallow, lazy, selfish, dishonest with everybody but himself... yet somehow you can't help liking him / (Reviews)

Among humans and elves, there is mostly peace, however any child born of the two is condemned on both sides. Out on the fringes of Alliance territory, an old sun slowly suffocates a primitive world. Humans watch over the natives with tenderness while turning on each other. Out here, humans own elves. Out here, the elves practice their rebellious side. Out here, the mongrels come to find some peace. Out here, song birds are caged.

The Headmaster's Office
It's hard to predict how your day will play out. For example, "No Panties Tuesday" started as a harmless school prank; I could never have predicted that by lunchtime I would be kneeling splay-legged on the headmaster's desk, his hand (innocently?) between my thighs just moments away from discovering my nakedness and arousal. And the day was only half over... / (Reviews)