Despite the fact that my brain had had little time to float back down to the real world from the craziness of the past 14 hours with Daniel, the debilitating cold of Boston had an instant and sobering effect on me. In the South, the entire city shuts down when there is a projected 1/2 inch of snow in the forecast. The schools close and everyone makes a mad d...
Having finally come to terms with the fact that I was a full-blown exhibitionist, I found my self constantly fantasizing of new and different ways to explore my fetish. I found all kinds of websites where people would share and discuss their own exhibitionist tales or fantasies with each other under complete anonymity. These would range from simple flashing...
When he woke me up it was still dark. "Get dressed, Baby." He nudged me. "We're going to Austin." "Now?" I grumbled. "What time is it?" "Five-ish," he replied. "It will be easier to get out of town before rush hour." "Did you sleep?" "Yes." He rolled off the bed. "A little. I'll be fine." "Seriously, Eric." I squinted at him accusingly. "Are you on cr...
'THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME ...' Editor's Note: This terrifying manuscript is not offered as an authenticated document, neither is there any indication that its contents are anything other than the day-dreaming of a fantasist (indeed, at several points in the manuscript the anonymous narrator suggests that this is, in fact, the case). Nevertheless, th...
~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx. Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission. This story is purely fictional. If you don't like violence, stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling, blood and violent death. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. ~~~ * ~~~ **Noom** I'd nev...
--for lcwarctic Many years later, as I moved to the retirement planet, I remembered the day they ruled that men could no longer have cunts. I smiled. I knew where that came from. In November 2310 I turned 18, went out and got drunk, got laid, and put a down-payment on a 2956 Chevaaz MX-90. Then I looked around for what else I could do! Hey, when you're fuc...
Imagine a large dark room filled with entrancing electronic music punctuated by flashing lights. Deep bass throbs in the ear. On the dance floor a meadow of arms and legs sway in the audio breeze, and despite ample air-conditioning the atmosphere is rich with sweat and sex. Somewhere in that primordial sea of bodies I dance. Topless, sweaty, and with what I'...
For an author's note: This is an 8-part story and my first attempt at something like it. I suppose it's a romance/erotica/thriller mix. I welcome all feedback, positive or negative. I hope readers enjoy. --- Tyler I struggle to think of the exact point where it starts. And I don't know whether that means my memory is bad, or I'm a shit storyteller. I t...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
You probably won't agree with what I did. I don't like that I did it but it happened and that's as real as I can be. We all make mistakes and I considered not telling the second half of this chapter but that would be lying. I know that many people will have opinions but know that I still feel awful. Don't judge me too harshly. All the love, Artie. *****...