Angel put his arm around Dawn as they watched Spike who sat at the bar, his back to them. He was getting lost in a bottle of tequila. After she defeated the demon, he had announced he wanted a drink and walked inside, unable or unwilling to listen to Dawn's explanations. "You told him, didn't you?" Angel said. "Yeah, didn't have a chance to explain, he jus...
Faith stood up on top of her regulation metal bed to watch the sun set through the small window in her little cell. She’d been tossed into the solitary section that was reserved for the more dangerous criminals several months ago. Though, she was far more dangerous than they would ever now. Given the circumstances, she was a model prisoner. She’d only given...
Melani felt her master explode between her lips. She swallowed every drop, knowing that anything less would result in a severe beating. She looked up in hopes of seeing the satisfaction in his eyes that she had put there. Instead she saw his right hand flying toward her. She felt the impact of the blow on her cheek as she flew across the floor. Her naked bo...
Readers, be advised that there are no happy, willing cucks in this story (I can't stand that crap!). There's also no graphic sex in this one. I am not, nor have I ever been a lawyer, so please don't go into this expecting true-to-life courtroom drama! For anyone who's interested in the idea behind this story, please read the Author's Note at the end. Now, if...
As most stories I have read all have a starting point or a beginning where they evoke specific memories (good and bad). Mine (good) began one hot hot summer I had just turned eighteen and was as horny as hell. To be honest, when I had hit puberty (late in my case) everything I seemed to look at gave me a serious hard on. I was continually masturbating at the...
"I love freedom, and my love for true Freedom grew with my growing knowledge Of the people's surrender to slavery And oppression and tyranny, and of Their submission to horrible idols Erected by the past ages and polished By the parched lips of the slaves [...]." ― Kahlil Gibran The first thing Hugh saw was a shotgun. His eyes acclimating to the murk...
Angel lay on his back, an arm thrown carelessly over his eyes in his big lonely bed like he’d done on thousands of other nights. But this night being alone bothered him. Try as he might, he couldn’t shut out the sounds of the humans that currently resided in his hotel. He could hear Dawn’s heartbeat. It was steady and even, comforting in the darkness. He co...
This is a story based on a memory triggered by wifeANympho's 'Snow Storm' story. It is brief and fictional, but based on a true story told to me by a friend. ********** Dawn sat in her tiny apartment, staring at her phone, waiting for an answer to a very important question. Whiling away the time by checking Facebook, she scrolled through the usual posts...
Buffy finished up her patrol late that night and found herself on the way to Willow's house. She had told her mother she'd be having a sleepover there, mainly as an excuse to get out of the house, away from Dawn and Buffybot. A night of not being the Slayer or a daughter or a sister and just being her. Maybe she'd fuck Willow. Buffy shook her head. That wa...
Willow wrapped her arms around herself as she patrolled the streets of Sunnydale. She still couldn't help feeling as if she'd stumbled into one of her nightmares and had never been able to wake up. This was real though. . .and that was the real nightmare. Buffy was dead. It was as simple as that. One week ago, Buffy Anne Summers had died saving the world....