*Oma, So Lieb is a German song, called "Grandma, So Dear* Dear Oma, There are many times as I grew older I find myself missing you, and wanting those days were once again. And as I go through my life, I prefer not to remember the ugly truth, but the beautiful memories we once had together. The days I'd come over, and smelled that wonderful smell, of som...
Humanity was in a state of desperate flux. It began with a small viral outbreak, causing sterility in women. The local government swore that the infection was contained, that there was nothing to worry about. That bold lie was quickly exposed as the infections quickly turned into a pandemic, then epidemic The infection, and resulting sterility, was resistant...
The ocean breeze was cool on her skin. Far down below she could hear the waves crashing on the beach. She sat on the hotel balcony naked, the only light coming from the full moon above her. The skin on her lithe body was pale in the moonlight, her nipples stood out in dark contrast with the creamy skin of her full breasts. She stood up, running a hand thro...
This story follows Emma who is 24 years at the beginning of the story. It also covers the experience of her friends Carol, Alice, Amy ... The story is set in a future alternative world where some key scientific discoveries has lead to a new age of industrial revolution. Humans are a key resource in the new age. It all started 5 years ago when Emma had just b...
Author's Notes This is a fanfiction of a erotic comic parody called the “Curse of the Succubus” by the artist known as Lemonfont. I wanted to continue the story idea Lemonfont started especially since I think it may have been a one-shot commission piece. I am unsure where the artist was starting the comic at in the universe. I am however, starting this story...
Keep me in mind with more grasp than your mnemonics hold me in those sweet corners of memory learn me with the same strength as rhyme know me by rote on instinct by heart Now... In the weak flaps of a wounded umbrella, in the chuckle of rubber boots over concrete, in the sandy, carbon, water scent of the wet city... I take a moment apart. Calm and...
In many ways this post is a proof of my narcissism, an attempt to wallow in my pathetic self pity for a few hours and then off I go, looking for my next fix. I'm not the most deserving recipient of anyone's pity or sympathy or even empathy. I'm the one who laughs and giggles at the misfortunes of others. I'm the one they all come to, the magnetic one, the o...
He was naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Before he had entered the room, he had a name, an identity, a sense of self. But as he crossed the threshold to his Master's bedroom, he lost it all. He has no name, as objects have no need of names. He has no identity beyond that of a toy; his master had no need for another boyfriend. He has no sense of self, only a sense...
You find yourself lying on a bed of flowers, having broken a fall which (by all possible means) should've killed you, yet here you lie very much alive and still breathing. You sit up carefully to inspect yourself for any damage, quickly skimming over legs clad in your lightly dirtied brown boots and thigh high socks, you can feel a bit of pain when you push...
Note: This started as a comment on "Cleavage" by ExperiencedStoryteller You should take a look at his (small pun intended). *** ** * ** *** ** Guys, it's NOT wrong or automatically considered as bad behavior to take a look or a peak at or even to like our cleavage. As long as you don't stare at them for too long and also not visibly start to undress us...