Warning: contains graphic violence. * Deep in the back of the alleyway I watched as the morbid flesh dangling procession slunk by, their steps taken with care as if walking on the last existing glass photos of their remaining loved ones. Cat-stepping dead, they were, and I could smell the stink of decay just as perfectly, as if I'd rooted in face-first to...
It hadn't taken them long to find a dark alley once the left the restaurant. The minute they were out of sight he shoved her against the wall, pushing his knee between her legs and forcing head up as he ravished her mouth. Not satisfied with plundering her mouth his hands slipped down and squeezed her tits hard, causing the women to gasp into his mouth. Pu...
She walked as quickly as she could down the dark alley. Was she in the right place? This certainly didn't look familiar to her, but then she never frequented this side of town. All she had to go on were the hastily scrawled directions on the now tattered piece of paper in her hand that were dictated to her over the phone by a rather malevolent sounding voice...
Marianne and Albert spent the rest of Christmas day trying on the clothes from the dumpster. Since it was Christmas, the streets were deserted, so they could laugh and frolic without worrying about being discovered or run off. Most of the other street people had huddled up elsewhere, so they felt relatively secure that they wouldn't be disturbed. They moved...
It's the year twenty fifty two. Nobody talks about how we're living in the future. We're just in it and bored. There still aren't flying cars. There are cheap self driving taxis, but the traffic makes them pointless. The city is overpopulated. Mass transit is the only way to get around. The subway system is privatized now though. Everything is owned by corpo...
The first day I arrived in Los Angeles was one of the worst in my life. I stepped off of the plane sweating an entire night of booze and cocaine in the spiteful California heat aging and alone again. I stumbled into the terminal to find my luggage but more importantly a bar. The former was right there but the latter was a few blocks down. I was too much of...
My neighbors have been complaining. I've done every thing I can to remediate their concerns. I don't start working before 9 am, I stop before 6 pm. I've built a shed around the saucer, made it out of heavy rubber matting, which dulls all sound. If they weren't spying on me they wouldn't even know I was in there working. They just don't like the idea I'm bui...
When I was an 18-year-old senior in high school, I finally made a date with the infamous Melanie, a great-looking brunette with big tits and very full, blow-job lips. I say "finally" because lots of other guys had fucked her. Ask her out on a date, and you get laid. Simple as that. One of those girls who'd always been pretty, she very early on sprouted boo...
The steady click clack of Stephanie's stiletto boots wasn't the only sound on Palm Street. One could hear the stubborn buzz of long broken street lights still struggling to come on. There were plenty of cars a few blocks up, almost none were brave enough drive this particular stretch of road at night and if you strained a little you could here the Lethe Rive...
My name is slave. Of course, that's not my real name, but for the story I plan to tell, it will do. For the record, I'm a bisexual submissive male. There are few who know this fact. Common enough story there, I suppose. Truth is, my family and friends could never accept my lifestyle, so that part of myself stays safely locked away. But behind closed doors....