Beastiality

Author's Note: This is an idea I had in my head for years. I had to write it down to make it real. I plan to continue the story. Summer was finally here. The sun warmed my skin and the smell of cut grass floated through the streets. I was walking to a cafe to meet a friend. Matt had called last night and said he wanted to buy me lunch so he could speak to me about something. I had known Matt since we were in the last year of school together. Over the twelve years since he had made a habit of arriving like a whirlwind to install himself as an important part of my life for one reason or another and then vanish into obscurity again once he grew bored and wanted a different life. Over the years I had grown used to his way of lurching through life from one scheme to another. I didn’t know what he wanted to talk to me about, but I had a feeling today may be another one of his grand arrivals. I hoped it was as my life had been lacking in excitement. ...

Author's Note: This story follows from my story “Angels and Unicorns”. Click on my name above to see a list of my work. Read the first one or else you will miss out on details in this one. I let my imagination go nuts with this one. I know it wont be to everyones taste, but if it spoke to you, feel free to get in touch. Chapter 1 I sat on the bench and unwrapped my sandwich. It was a very pleasant summer’s day and a few people were taking the chance to walk around the park in their lunch hour. I had a part time job at my local library and was taking the opportunity to get outside the building for lunch. It was a boring job but the work was easy. And it was educational as I was reading the books when nothing else was occupying my time. ...

Chapter 1 As I stood there, waiting for my bride to come down the aisle, I remembered the first time I saw her. The address was down a side road just out of town. Getting near the end, I could see five small but well kept homes on large lots. Oddly, my predecessor’s records showed that each home was a sure sale, but always on different days. Why would he drive all the way out here five days in a row and only visit one house each time? This was a new territory for me and my predecessor had made regular sales here before, so I decided to stop and try my luck. It was a nice house with a well kept yard and a sale is a sale! This was my last stop for the day. ...

Author's Note: Welcome and Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my very first attempt of writing a story. I do hope you enjoy and there will be more chapters to come. All I ask is for you to please be kind and skip over my mistakes. I have tired very hard and used many spell check. However I am working on trying to do better. Please enjoy. There will be more to come. ...

Author's Note: A tale of post apocalyptic possibities In a not so far off post apocalyptic age as New Pittsburgh began to emerge as an oasis of civilization, culture and still functioning technology. Most of the rest of the eastern half of the former United States remained a savage land dominated by local warlords and roving semi organized bands of murderous criminals. The large cities of the eastern seaboard not obliteratedby nuclear weapons were destroyed by the massive tsunami generated by the atomic torpedo activated volcano, Cumbre Viejo. The monster wave swept inland within 100 miles of old Pittsburgh devastating all in its path. A part of it also submerged the British isles and the low countries on the continent. Nearly at the same time an enormous earthquake caused a massive rift widening and extending the Mississippi river to the Canadian Sea. The large inland sea had previously been the Great Lakes. The massive fast flowing Mississippi was dotted with small islands and now dominated by bloodthirsty river pirates and is nearly as wide as the old English Channel. It bisected the former United States and little was known ,at that time about conditions on the western half. Though a few survivors who managed to cross over from the west told blood curdling tales of an even more savage land made worse by the black practicioners of a mad genetic and earth altering science based on the demonic technology of evil humanoids of extraterrestrial origin. This black science had been partly responsible for bringing on the apocalypse. It was in the context of this new world in the not far distant future that the following events took place. ...

The bike rally in Sturgis is something I try to make it to every year. I close my motorcycle repair shop for a couple of weeks, pack up a trailer full of tools, parts, camping gear and my Sportster and head north. I can usually make enough money fixing bikes and selling parts to pay for the trip and I get out of the house and see some country. I never take the interstate; nothing to see there. I pick old highways, back roads and often side trip to anything that sounds interesting. I’ve got a camper on the back of my truck with a generator, water and food, so I can stop where I want. ...

Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal — if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at the thought — and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magnetically operated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. A shadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see ‘Bravo,’ the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at her side before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuing with her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bare upper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft between her buttocks. ‘Go away, Bravo!’ she said crossly, pushing the animal away with her bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towser and lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regard his temporary Mistress’s activities with mild curiosity. ...

Author's Note: This a shorter story which runs to a little over 2,100 words. Please note that the story includes an element of beastiality. As always I welcome constructive criticism and look forward to hearing what people think of it. I do not intend any updates. Julie carefully locked the suitcase and slid it under her bed before placing the keys in her handbag. It wouldn’t do for mum to find out what’s in that suitcase she thought as she prepared to go to work. Aged nineteen Julie still lived with her mother. Her parents had got divorced some years earlier and so father no longer lived at the family home. The suitcase which she had so carefully locked contained her collection of bondage paraphernalia. ...

Author's Note: This is a continuation of a short story I published some years ago. For a long time I thought it merited a sequel, mostly due to the original’s failure to fully explore what it might be like to fully submit to an animal. My name was once Lindsey. It is now Kennel Bitch, and has been for some time. At once I was Jake’s slave. Now he shares ownership of my body with a dog. Two dogs, really. It started out simply enough. You may already have read about my first time with a dog. If so you know it was not what I wanted. Neither is what I am - a dog slave. Regardless, it is what I have become, and I revel in it. Even as I detest it. ...

Author's Note: Sometimes my imagination runs away with me. I had lost the bet and now Zoë was going to collect. She had a really naughty smirk on her face as she let me in. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.” “I don’t welch on a bet, even though I don’t know what you’re up to.” “Just a bit of revenge, you might get to like it too.” ...