Mother and her Cannibals Chapter One Saturday, June 10, 2006 Nature's older man worked out so hard the sweat ran down the layers of his thighs. Every weekend during the spring he did half centuries on his outdoor or indoor bike. Joe had white hair and arctic blue eyes and wore an old West Point sweat shirt that said class of 1968. He was almost 60, and ye...
Denise Noe: How do the two of you feel about your popular incarnations, taken as a whole? Do you like the fictional Count Dracula, or do you dislike him? Your Ladyship? Elizabeth Báthory: I've always felt close to Count Dracula. He had style. Whisking in and out of people's lives, the big dramatic cape, showing off that gleaming smile. A charming fellow. He...
The sun gleamed on a fusion of naked flesh, yellow bronze and gleaming white, The slender blond woman's head rolled back ecstatically as she swayed to and fro straddling the body of the Vietnamese lying beneath her, on the outdoor airbed, his rigid cock plowing her pussy. Gi Rao Ramh exulted in fucking women of every description but there was no pleasure li...
I finally got rid of that sorry-ass boyfriend. Oh, I suppose Bill is a good guy, but we just never really cliqued. He's a good looking guy and all, but he was just so boring. Our sex life was basically just conventional fucking and a little bit of oral now and then. Every once-in-a-while I would climax, but it certainly wasn't every time. When I tried to int...
NuYu seemed like such a joke. They advertised a ton around college campuses to get people to come to their free seminar to see how they could show you the future. First 1000 people got a free screening and NuYu future self absolutely free. Imagine that, you could live again in the future in a vat grown body that was either a perfect copy of your current one...
Don't stand to close to a paranoid is my advice. It catches. One night my friend, while leaning over his PC, decided to conduct an experiment (no doubt stoked by a considerable amount of book smarts, too little wisdom & too much esoterica):" Meme virus- unreality as infection my bosom bud, a downloadable paranoia" He spun in his swivel chair to stare me d...
Dedicated to Poppy Z. Brite and her “Lost Souls” novel. He sat naked in the old clawed feet bathtub chewing on the Tootsie-row. Chocolate spills down from the corner of his mouth fusing with his stringy black hair plastered to his cheeks. He hears laughter in the living room from the party that has gone on far too long. A phone rings, his two friends that...
"Jesus Freaks!" yelled a heckler, during Daniel's first public preaching session with Matthew and the other members of their group. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me," he replied, defiantly. This may have been a mistake, as, no sooner were the words out of his mouth when a large stone hit him in the forehead sending a warm...
Dear Readers, this book contains very graphic fighting. This is the first chapter in which I want to lay down the plot and conflict and characters. SO, please bare with me. Also all characters that are involved sexually are of age 18 or older. The sound of boots walking across rubble echoed through the empty town. One man walks with his head lowered, but...
I would like to take a moment to thank Chris Xavier for his input and edit. Thanks to both Chris and HornyBabe1965 for their encouragement and support. This story was inspired by a nightmare I had a few months back. The symbolism is personal, but some of it is also rather obvious. That dream shook me to the extent that it stuck with me for several days afte...