Anya's heart was being... it was being filled with static. Pleasant, fuzzy static. Like mold on her brain. But she still had some mind to her, and as she lay still, a sort of clarity was drifting back. Her senses were inundated by the strong, intoxicating smell of... something. An aphrodisiac, no doubt. She had been captured by the fey, and the fey did not...
Chapter 09: The Penis Flytrap I had a land-line phone installed for joeie. I had it placed in the corner, on a very short cord, situated near the floor, close to his little mattress. The phone cord allows him to travel no further than the edge of his mattress. I have him trained to answer on the first ring, and God help him if he fails. The phone is a direc...
"Is this our man?" Isaac squatted in front of the body, his elbows resting on his knees, cellphone wedged firmly between his ear and shoulder. He gazed into the dark, cavernous openings where the girl's eyes used to be. There was something calming, soothing about the emptiness. The glare of two suns bathed the beach in a brilliant, sparkling light. One bea...
The hole is good, but sometimes it's too practical and you got to just move like you're brainless and just horny and nothing else. I rubbed her body on my cock in that very state of mindless lust. It was good, but I forgot to make it last. I came on her neck and her ears and her nips and her chin after only a minute of rubbing against her sweaty breasts. Sh...
((This is my original work, originally published under the name Uriel and reposted from The Unending BE Addventure.)) Miranda crept into the factory warily. There shouldn’t be anyone inside; she’d specifically arranged for the cameras to be shut off and the security guards to be given the night off. But she’d come too far for anything unexpected to derail he...
It was a wintry and cold Chicago night. I parked my BMW in front of a nightclub and went in. I had my suit on covered in a waistcoat. Inside thumping music pierced the winter cold. I took a seat and placed my hat on the table. The waiter then brought over some cognac. I sat back sipping on it and observing the nightclub and people dancing the night away. I...
13 The Birthday Present Carmel stepped out of her Lexus and considered her profile in the reflection from the car window. The dark blue bikini showed beneath the white patterned smock and she turned to study her backside. She knew she would be compared to the whores from The Foundation, and reached into her bag for her mirror and a last inspection of her ey...
Brett Butler looked at herself in the mirror. At the age of fifty three, she still looked good. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed and curvy. Blessed with Irish good looks that simply refused to fade. Unlike her star in the upside down world of Hollywood. That one faded so damn fast she went from being a household name to a nobody in no time. It had been so long since...
Father Malone was sipping appreciatively at the cognac in his brandy balloon when the telephone rang at his armchair side. He answered it in a languid tone, but immediately became more attentive and business like when he recognised the voice of the Mother Superior from St Catherine’s Convent. “Ah, Malone, you old rascal, I realise this is an enormous imposi...
I've never been a macho type. The only thing even resembling macho about me was the fact that my research sometimes involved WIMPs and MACHOs. (For the people who aren't professional physicists, those would be Weakly Interacting Massive Particles and MAssive Compact Halo Objects.) It should come as no surprise, then, that what I sought out in a woman was n...