Metamorphosis Stories

I am, admit, and I like being a... slut. But only in bed. With whom? It doesn't matter if you're him or her. What matters is enjoy it in the end. But it has to be fascinating, more than exciting. It doesn't matter where or when. What matters is that you win me over, by the way you look, dress, talk, laugh... That you exude more than elegance or friendliness, have to have a touch of refined bitching. Incisive, abusive, tha...

Roger Winslow stopped his car at the massive iron gates and stood fumbling with a ring of keys, searching for the one that would give them entrance. His secretary, Marcie, sat waiting patiently in the car. Beyond the gates, the Wentworth mansion looked exactly like you would expect a mad scientist’s lair to look in a grainy 1950's horror movie. Maybe that was because it had been built near the end of the nineteenth centur...

I awoke the other morning in a fog… my body felt drained but lightly euphoric. I got up and sipped a little water from my bedside cup. And as usual… strolled into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. (Yes, I have been sitting down and peeing since my children were toddlers. My inquisitive daughter cured me of standing and peeing when she grabbed it midstream.) I felt really clean and fresh for some reason… almost like...