I'm a 42 year old professional woman, reasonably pretty, with very long, straight, dark hair. In my late teens and early twenties I had a fairly wild time, but since then I've settled down a bit, and been in a couple of long term relationships, though I've never married - that final commitment just isn't my thing. These days I'm carrying about 20lbs more tha...
"What are you hoping to achieve?" she asked herself. "In sanity's name girl, get a hold of yourself!" She stared blankly at the email message on her screen. In her direct and witty fashion she had penned an email message to an ex-lover, which sat idly waiting to be sent. "You're a fool." Exasperated, she hit delete. Again. Each night for 3 nights she had d...
Chapter 16: Lacie's Dream Lacie drifted, thoughts and memories floating through her mind. There was no order to them, just tiny, weak flashes of a life she had lost amongst the pain. Agony was now her life. It was all she knew. In between the moments of physical pain, Lacie could feel a literal ache in her chest, a dull throbbing in time with her heartbea...
That was your game. Teasing me. I could hear the tinkle of rain against the window. It was pitch black dark in the room. The fan was on high. But I was still sweating. I have lain here for over an hour. The digital clock with bright, red numbers told me so as the minutes ticked by slowly and the urge to come became stronger and more intense. My wrists we...
It's not easy you know...being bowels. I mean...think about it. You work hard all day, striving to keep your boss happy, and it's not easy work either - you have to remove, push, churn, demolish and consume any poisons whilst keeping all the goodness and their relevant energies; you work 24 hours a day, seven days a week and what happens...? Everything you...
She was strong when she needed to be: my initial impressions of Katherine was that she was brutishly powerful and yet at times as gentle as a butterfly. She was clever too: sharper than an axe with a wit that could cut through pathetic ripostes like a tropical storm would decimated sandcastles. She lived with my aunt because she worked on the farm; I lived...
"On this dark, stormy night I travel lost and alone; in the shadows I roam. Through the labyrinth of mortal decay further down the spiral each day as hopes slowly slip away. These twisting, empty streets my home, drown in filth paved with blood. What kind of Beast have I become? To live in nothing, to feast on pain: Have I lost it, gone insane this mystery r...
WARNING: This story is only intended to be read by those of legal age. This erotica contains themes of torture, abuse, non consent, and is not intended to be replicated in reality. This is a total work of fiction. Teen Girl Biography: Megan Summers is an 18 year old student of Godfrey High School. She gained superpowers in an accident involving a mysterious...
Note: This is a chapter of a projected consensual S and M novel. * It was her second day at the Institute. She was stiff, sore, and sticky from yesterday's 'orientation.' After a light breakfast and her normal enema, douche and shower routine, Rose was ordered into her tightest girdle. This wasn't unusual, but her Trainer seemed to be tense, and more abrup...
Ignoring Elizabeth's horrified reaction Peter, Andrew and the guards dragging the prisoners made their way to one of the farm trucks where the guards unceremoniously dumped all the prisoners in the back oblivious of the screams of agony from Pretty Boy. With the prisoners secured in the truck Peter, Andrew and the Ghurkhas changed into rags under the sheari...