ACT TWO, SCENE ONE First a brief orchestral prelude, and we’re back to the RAF again, where it is still Friday 16th July 2060, but later in the afternoon. “Cocks and cunts!” Dr Dick held centre stage again. “It is time for us to proceed to the finale of t...
As I stand outside my apartment, I find myself looking up at the neighboring condominium. It towers above me like a castle from a fairytale, with a damsel trapped inside awaiting her valorous saviour. Can I be that saviour? The top floor looks to be about...
"Gentlemen, put your hands together for our next beauty -- Diamond!" The sporadic applause throughout the crowded room told Martin Finch he alone knew who the next dancer taking the stage was. He leapt up, moving quickly through the crowded room past drun...
All the other boys in my life were disgusted when they found out my secret. All of them. If I told them outright, they'd lose interest quickly, some blaming my personality, others being honest about their distaste for trans girls. If I waited until I was...
CUNT IS A CONCEPT! proclaimed a banner, in gaudy capital letters. A WOMAN’S RIGHT TO COCK! demanded another. FUTA RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS! announced a third. And a fourth posed the existential question: ASSIGNED CUNT AT BIRTH…? “God, look at them,” sneere...
“So who is this new little pet who is joining us?” Beleeza was splayed over a table in Reina's workshop watching her bondmate rummage about. The Daemon was looking especially outlandish today, her curved horns larger than usual, covered in dangling jewelr...
“Ah, Mrs Stubbs! Do come in.” Mrs Stubbs was, in contradistinction to her name, tall, slender and elegant, with pale skin, gently slanting oriental eyes, her black hair formed into a soft bob which, indeed, bobbed winsomely as she entered the consulting r...
Re-uploading my Reina the Warlock stories previously uploaded under the user name Liethra as I'm resuming work on the series! A shadow dove into the bushes, ducking into the darkness as she panted heavily. She had almost messed up seriously this time. Her...
“Hey honey, welcome ho—!...” I greeted my wife as she came through the door from work but lost my train of thought as I saw how pale and miserable she looked. “Damn, Danielle you look awful. Are you OK?” That probably wasn’t the best way to phrase it but...
In the days of the First People’s Republic, there were two friends. I say friends – but actually, they lived a long way apart. One lived in the great city of Bilbao, by the banks of the Mississippi. A proletarian under the rule of the Republic, he laboure...
Callum the Huntsman sits by his hearth, brooding. Through his cabin window, in the distance, the gilded towers and turrets of the Royal Palace rise gleaming, their flags fluttering in the warm spring breeze. From the stone walls and oak rafters of his cab...
Leyla was a Turkish woman in her late twenties. She came from a small village on the outskirts of Istanbul and had three brothers and watched as they grew up. She wanted to be like them, strong, and wear trousers with her hair cut short but her mother mad...
I’m a scientist, you know. Actually, I’m a doctor. I fix people. And I know how. So I don’t believe in miracles or the paranormal. Generally speaking, things happen for a reason, according to relatively predictable principles. My job is to learn what th...
Ich komme, ich komme, grünende Brüder… “I am coming, I am coming,” I sing, as my soft arms extend heavenwards – curling, flexing, fashioning out of my imagination leaves, vines, boughs of ash and laurel – as I embrace the gift of mother-goddess to water...
Chapter 0 - A Midnite DeliteIn the world of Azhwarpanan, it is believed that the Deminari, a race of magical beings with a demon-like appearance, gracious red skin, and dorned with regal horns and dashing tails, were responsible for the development of ma...
