Ma/Fa Stories

A continuation of the Sandman's Promise story, but to be treated as a spinoff of sorts from the main story. A "what if" eventuality when a third party managed to get a hold of the ingredients and the process required to faithfully recreate the original drug for themselves and inflict it on others for their own purposes.

Ann is on spring break house-sitting. She soon gets a little horny and experiments with some food items. From there, little Ann tries everything she can to find where her 'Limit' is. There are 5 stories, all very detailed. As always, I try to put YOU, the reader as close to the action as possible. Feed-back welcomed. Enjoy!

Mel Austin didn't want to be just a farmhand for his brother, so after the Army and World War II, he attended college on the GI Bill. After graduating, a wartime friend asks him to join his ragtag midget auto racing show, Mel figures it's a better job than pumping gas until school starts. In love with the thrills, action, and a chance to see the country, he spends several years vagabonding with the show through the turbulent and now half-forgotten world of the early 1950s.

A story in the Talents Universe
An unremarkable man meets an unmemorable girl.

A Story from The Case Files of Dr. Randall Herringwick (5)
Our hero battles another mad evil doctor and risks losing everything.

Everyone knows that events in the past can't be altered through time travel. But can they be set in motion? Travelling back in time has become a past-time for people hungry to try the latest thrill. Dangers are ever present, which is why officers of the Time Travel Regulation Authority strive to secure our futures by preserving the past.

Bob Murphy; 'Murphy' to all who know him, is about to sell his small company to a large competitor. He wants to buy an RV and travel. He loves beer, pussy, fishing, freckles and butts; not in any order. He meets and falls in love with a beautiful 34 y.o. woman. He tells his story himself, his way...

Home for the summer from his first year away at college, Jay discovers having more in common with his voluptuous mother, Marcie, than he ever imagined possible.

In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort.