Spread-eagled, and held chaste across the blood-bathed altar, she writhed against her bonds. Each movement pulled the rope tauter across her milky skin, leaving deep red welts where once her purity had been. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head as her terrified gaze tried to take in her surroundings, the darkness-drenched dungeon stank of death, a smell that i...
Wake up, Tamina Lin. Its time to have an adventure. You sit up groggily. Its too hot here, too noisy. The sheets are filthy. It sucks being poor. At least in this Sphere you might get a random windfall. Or eaten by a sea monster on dry land. You kick off the sheets and dont even bother putting on a top as you walk outside, onto the rocky balcony. Its not lik...
//Wrote this one over lunch to get it out of my head. This is a nod to Robert E. Howard, though certainly not at his level. As such, it will be somewhat formulaic and short, at about standard pulp magazine non-serial story (4k to 6k words) length. I love Howard's tales, and his women are often tougher and more practical than they initially appear – and that...
Nearly a dozen people sat in the room where Ythes lay on the bier, dressed in robes of purest silk, her skin milky white, her hair burnished and beautiful. A few of the attendees murmured to each other in hushed, subdued conversations. Others sat quietly, staring at the blonde corpse as if in shock. Here and there a quiet sob broke out, or a hasty tear was...
When Rebecca's mind wasn't overcome with a desperate desire to be fucked senseless, she was able to piece things together. From the two prior incidences it became clear to her that whatever spirit was lurking in her home could only perform at his full potential every so often. He just wasn't strong enough. In between, he tortured her by getting into her mind...
She sat at her computer, the monitor blaring with various messages sent to her, but she hadn't been paying them any attention. Long silky blonde hair hangs down from the back of her chair, quiet moans escaping her lips as the man kneeled at the front of her chair runs his tongue lovingly through the crease between her lips. Her fingers knead in to his long b...
One Night in Canby Canby, Oregon June 3rd Something wet dripped onto my forehead. I slapped at it sleepily, kept my eyes closed and dug deeper into the blankets. Dripping again. Forehead, then cheek. I shuffled out of the way and it turned into a stream. Cracking my eyes open I saw my eighteen-year-old son standing by the side of my bed, dick in his hand,...
Hey, everyone, this is, as hinted at, going to be my side series. I've wanted to write this one for a while now, and this was the product of hanging out in coffee houses and writing on napkins. I hope you enjoy! * Most college seniors don't immediately evaluate the tactical situation of the bars they cruise. But I'm not the average college senior, either....
My eyes kept coming back to the food in his beard. It hung there, this big, greasy glob of something, and I couldn’t help but wonder what on earth it could be. The old man across from me kept talking, and with every word, the glob jiggled like an expert belly-dancer amongst the gray of beard. Cheese? Some kind of soup maybe. Chowder? The plate in front of...
Hi. I'm a tour guide. No... Well, that's my part-time job. My main job involves taking well-dressed stiffs on their last ride before they end up 6 under. It's like taxi driving; only difference is the customer doesn't complain about your driving. Too bad they don't tip though. You see, thanks to my job I get to see cemeteries a lot. So, to make a buck when t...