9:30 AM: I awaken as I do every morning...to the soft sounds of classical music and my arms wrapped around my female sub, Sleepy. I don't like to sleep alone. I like to have someone to hold on to...to be my teddy bear...to squeeze and to cuddle. She is soft and warm and naked and I always seem to wake up with my hands clutching her tits or my head nestled be...
This work of fiction has no descriptions of sex in it. * In an easy chair the author sat in a coffee shop sipping his tea, supposedly burying himself inside a thick book of fiction. In reality he was people watching. There were perhaps a dozen people in his view, teenagers having a coffee and talking with friends or studying their textbooks. A conclave of...
1 Watching a livestream of Sukhumvit Road, Na knew she'd feel like a fish out of water... Bangkok... The lights, the traffic, the faces, streets brimming, floods of activity... One single city block had more people in its radius than Na had ever seen in her entire life, coming from a small rice farming village in Nowhere, Nakhon Phanom... Bangkok, Krung...
Author's Note: This is part of a series of short stories. They are written very quickly and are not edited. They are also VERY weird and are not for everyone. You have been warned. ***** Melanie heaved a dramatic sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was worse, she thought disdainfully. The 'it' in question was her weight. Melanie had always been...
It had been a long week and I was looking forward to relaxing at home with a cold beer and maybe a pizza. I put my suitcase by the door and wandered into the kitchen for my first brew. The house seemed unusually quiet to me as I popped the top on a Bud Lite. That's when I realized that the damn dog wasn't around. That was pretty unusual. Normally she would...
It began in such an ordinary fashion. I was meeting my friend Benny for a late lunch at a local café I'd heard good things about, but never been to. My meetings with Benny were about the only social life I had, not counting my D&D group that met on Saturday nights. I thought of myself as a decent catch, a just-graduated college student with a degree in elec...
Authors Note: I apologize in advance if this type of story has been posted before. I had this idea in my head and I just wrote it down, and to the very small few that actually read this chapter, let me know if it needs a second one. And oh, me and the editor did our best to make this chapter perfect, so I apologize again if anyone see any mistakes. * He w...
This story was based on the worst nightmare I've ever had. Consider yourself warned. (As always, comments and criticism are welcome.) * "Thank God for Earth-like atmospheres," James said. "This would be even harder if we had to wear environmental suits." "If we had to wear environmental suits, these animals probably wouldn't be edible," Eckert replied. "A...
We spill out of the club in a wash of laughter and Samara stumbles across the parking lot in her red heels, a drunken African goddess. Rekha grabs a fistful of her dreadlocks, wrenches her head back, licks her ebony face and playfully slaps her ass. Pounding dance music, acrid cigarette smoke and the clamor of voices cling to us like ghosts as we dance out i...
The door to the men's room swung open, and a tall blond girl with fishnet stockings and a very short skirt strode in confidently on her stiletto heels. Pink halter top clinging to slender waist, her hips swayed with lots of meaning as she pushed open the door to a stall, turned, and looked over her shoulder. She smiled at the man behind her and shut the door...