Author's Note: Welcome to my winter contest entry, unlike some of my past work and my last particularly nasty entry, this one is in the spirit of the season and on the fun side. For those unfamiliar with me, a disclaimer; I enjoy telling a story and building up to the heat, if you're a fan of quicker stories, this may not be for you. Anyway, enough from me,...
The last week had been one fucked-up, crazy dream. I had loved and hated it. And like any dream, someone or something would waken me any moment. Then I'd be back to my illustrious life as a best-selling novelist. Yet, as I kept telling myself that, reality did not change. I still stood in the foyer of an Italian restaurant, ready to face the man who had ope...
"Dammit Tori, you didn't need to do this." The Latina beamed at me, obviously satisfied that she had surprised me. The Christmas gift I'd just opened was a Glock Twenty Nine – the smaller version of my hunting gun – topped with a red dot sight, tucked into a nice leather holster, accompanied by a handful of conversion and extended barrels. "That's why it's...
Day 1 Sara was angry with her parents. She was smart, one of the smartest people in her high school class, and in her mind she knew she shouldn't be upset, and that the anger was just part of some teenage emotional misfire. But her parents knew she'd had a date planned for this weekend, and they'd brought her camping anyway. And since the summer had just be...
Chapter 1 -- A Bad Day Turns Hopeful Carol was not having a good day. On top of her other troubles she had just been told that she was being laid off from her executive position at the bank. A tear slid slowly down her cheek as she sat in the coffee shop looking out the window and pondering what she would now do with her life. Just the week before her boyfr...
My wish is granted. "Just the vibrators first, Emma." HE plugs the dialled boxes, attached to the wires trailing from between my splayed legs, into a pair of wall-sockets and . . . ("JUST the vibrators. I do not understand.") . . . twists the left-most dials on the boxes half a turn. The imitation cocks start to buzz and shake in my well-stuffed holes....
Before you begin reading, know this: This story contains lesbians, pirates, violence, a little bit of gore (but we are not here for guro), and story. It does not contain anyone who is under 18 years of age. * * * Fog poured past the woman's legs. Her mind was numb, not fully realizing the gray, dream-like world around her. She could feel sand against her...
I stood in front of the mirror and I had to admit I didn't look too bad for a forty-four year old woman. My frizzy, kinky black hair hung just below my shoulders and I wore a simple gold chain around my neck, a shiny contrast against my skin and a stark polarity with my dark eyes. The V-neck of my silky red dress pointed to the cleavage between my breasts, w...
Tali raised her head, unclasping her hands. The prayer now complete, she stood up, careful not to disturb the candles around her. Even with only the flickering light of flames to illuminate her room, her eyes still functioned near perfectly. A product of both her training, natural born ability, and her affinity for sorcery. Even on the darkest of nights, she...
A small gallery in SoHo had mounted an exhibit called "Me, My Selfie and I". It consisted of erotic images of women taken by the women themselves. Each image was accompanied by a hundred-fifty word essay describing what the image meant to her and included a short bio. An artist curated the exhibit, choosing ones she thought captured the most evocative expr...