JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
"Didn't I tell you I was feeling sick yesterday? What do you mean you don't remember? I definitely remember telling you. Well look, I'm not coming in today. Whatever I ate, it's coming out both ends. I'm glued to my toilet. What are you, nuts? I don't even want to get in my car, let alone my cubicle. Yes, I swear it's the truth. Ok, hopefully I'll see you to...
Regaining consciousness had its downside, a throbbing headache that channeled to her stomach. Nausea made Gretchen heave. Acids burned her throat. She spit out liquid fire onto the hard floor she sat on, her back against the hard wall. Her vision swirled only partly from concussive damage. In front of her, two humanoid figures wrestled and clawed at each oth...
Hi all! Here it is, the final chapter of The Last of Her Kind! New to the story? Start at Chapter 1. This is the end of a novel, and the story has been building to this. I would like to thank you, the readers, for being so supportive of this story. I know it wasn't for everybody, but I certainly I hope I captured a few of you in my web. This tale started a...
He stumbled in the darkness, picking his way through the stand of birch trees. Leaning against one of the pale trunks, he paused, hands on his knees, and tried to catch his breath. A black sedan crawled down the road, and he threw himself flat on the cold, hard ground as they combed the woods with a handheld searchlight. As the beam sliced past him, he coul...
Jazz pushed back from the wall impaling herself further on the long dark cock ramming her ass. Her body quivered. She was sweaty and trembling, never before had she dreamed of anything so massive entering her little ass. She felt herself being torn in two by the girth of the black meat monster. She moaned: "Oh yes fuck me with your black cock! FUCK ME!" Re...
To preface this almost 100% true story, I'd like to begin by discussing the dynamics of my marriage prior the events in this story. My wife and I married at a very young age, shortly after enlisting in the Army. She moved to Hawaii together, and spent 2 happy years there, and then on crappy year of her there alone, because I was deployed. While we had a v...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
WESTRONS APPENDICES This is NOT a continuation of the story. Instead, because of the volume of feedback I've received, I decided to add some explanations, and reveal some of the influences which shaped the story. Also, with the permission of the readers, I'd like to share some of the feedback I got. It's organized like this: 1- Influences / inspiration 2...
As midday on Sunday approached, Willie appeared in the sitting room looking very regal in his red dress, with a handsome string of pearls around his neck, and small diamonds in his ears; borrowed, curtsey of Herr Haushofer's late wife. He had also managed to borrow a little black bolero jacket with chic square-cut shoulders, and to top the whole thing off, a...