This story is not exact to any actual characters or place in any time in history nor is it based on any persons living or dead. It is modeled after ancient Japan. "What do you think you are doing you impudent whore? How dare you talk back to me, Yuriko! I ought to kill you now and send you to the depths of hell!" He smacked her again, drawing a line of bloo...
Anita was bored. Her husband was always working and there were only so many days that she could sunbathe without being getting restless. Now her brown skin was glowing after days in the sun and the beaches of the south of France were beginning to pall. She began to sunbathe nude on the balcony where she could stroke herself, amuse herself, thinking of her ad...
T minus 8 hours till I get to lay eyes on the beautiful creature I met last night. I can't seem to manage to get her smile, her voice, or her scent out of my head. I have tried everything to get her out of my head. I've met new people before, had a numerous lovers whom were very beautiful themselves. But there is something different about her the way she cap...
"Why are you so quiet?" He slurred half drunkenly, ten minutes into the twenty minute drive that would take us to our temporary home. My nerves were already in a state of panic from him refusing to give me the keys despite his drunken state. "After what you did, do you really think I have anything to say to you?" I asked through clenched teeth. I'd decided...
The grasshopper, dictyophorus spumans, perched on the red oat grass. The large black eyes and the thick antenna gave it an alien look. The waxy exoskeleton made the red and black color on the legs stand out even more. The body was covered with yellow and brown dashes. A swift side move and a jump away made it disappear off the grass leaf. The red oat grass,...
Alison sat there by the porthole window, bored, fiddling with the strap of her Leica camera, when is this contraption going to finally take off? she wondered, stuck in Paris aboard a decaying old Imperial Airlines bi-plane from Croydon that morning. They were headed for Marseilles on the next leg of her trip to Juba in the Anglo Egyptian Sudan. At Marseilles...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and as such, any similarities to real people, places or events are strictly coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature between consenting adults. The story also refers to aspects of sexuality that may be offensive to certain people, such as humiliation and lesbian themes. If these topics offe...
Jameson and Clarrie Crawford pulled up to the gate with their rented moving truck. The guard came out of the gate house over to their truck. Clarrie rolled down the driver’s side window. “Can I help you ma’am?” the old man smiled. Jameson and Clarrie looked at the sixty something lean black man in the 1950’s police style uniform. “Yes,” Clarrie smiled, “The...
Kelly ran naked through the woods, her naked, used body covered in mud, shit and cum. She could still feel hot semen dripping from her used, stretched holes, even a small bit still on her chin. She could taste what the man had shot into her mouth, feel its slimy texture on the side of her cheeks. Why had she let those three kids rape her, fuck her like a bit...
My wife, Kimmi, has always had a fantasy about me and other woman. She often goes into great detail talking about how she would like to see other females seducing me. Whenever we see them in public she asks me how I would feel if I had that ladies legs wrapped around me. I was never too sure what to answer, as I sometimes felt that this should be left as a r...