The train shuddered, lurching me awake. When I had drifted off, the seat facing me was vacant. A startling beauty now occupied it. She was tall, like me, but olive-skinned with dark twisting hair that framed her round face. At the center of that face were large, round green eyes, arresting in their vivid hue. As my mind returned to me, I wiped the little tra...
The crimson haired beauty was facing the wall wearing a blindfold made of impenetrable shadow. Kneeling on her bed her arms outstretched and lashed to the crossbar of her large brass bed. She waiting once again for the lash of a whip crafted from the spine of a man. Feeling that whip strike her tender offered ass and go straight through her body and scream i...
Kat waited impatiently for Kitty to show up. They had been best friends now for going on 10 years, Kat being 47, and Kitty 51. To-night they were going out clubbing, but not the usual clubbing they would normally do, this one was initiated by a friend, an online friend. Kat met Steve inline, and quickly became friends, well more like cyber lovers. He was di...
We cannot alter what happened in the past, but it was New Year 2000 and I was thinking of this New Year as a fresh start. For some reason whilst I was making coffee and toast for my breakfast, I was thinking about where I was five years ago, it was when I shared flat with one other girl in Southampton over looking the Solent. If I could go back in time, I kn...
My name is Ceren Armaghan, and I'm a young Turkish woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm an international student at Carleton University right here in the Capital. Whenever I tell people that I come from Turkey, they always assume that I am Muslim. Nothing wrong with being a Muslim, of course, but not everybody in Turkey is Muslim. The...
When Stewart arrived at the dinner party with a life-sized mannequin tucked under his arm, Stella asked him if he would care to deposit it in the cloakroom where the rest of the guests had left their coats. Ignoring her, Stewart marched down the hall to the dining room. Stella scurried after him. The conversation stopped as he set the mannequin—dressed in a...
Maere hadn't thought it was such a big deal when it began. After all, she'd seen plenty of websites where college students uploaded pix and vids of girls making out at parties, and she'd been there when a few of those pictures were taken. It just felt like her turn had come up. It was her boyfriend Clay's idea. He and his bud Rudy told her best friend Tessa...
The Morning Run It was a chill spring morning when I met up with Melanie in front of her house, dressed in my black track pants and grey parka with a good pair of red running shoes. We had been confined to our homes for the last 2 months and it was really starting to take a toll on our sanity. Mel and I had met up over the last few days after we decided i...
The day was drawing to a close, Professor Myers was gathering up her materials after her last class of the day. It had been a long day, her body was stiff, her voice strained and she was looking forward to heading home for the weekend. As she packed away her things, her mind wandered to some of her previous Friday night routines in a different season of life...
I'm awoken hours before the sun sets by the sounds of combat just a short distance away, igniting my blood-lust. The screams of men, bones crunching, muscles tearing, hearts pumping as arteries are severed and blood soaks uselessly into the earth. I want to be a part of it, clawing at flesh, blood, sweet, thick and hot dripping down my chin as I drink my fil...