John is a man with an ordinary job, working from morning till night and his only hobby is collecting antiques. As John was getting out of bed one day, the pointed antique on his nightstand sank into his hand and the blood got on the antique. The blood-smeared antique shone with a faint light and changed some rules all over the world.(Rules added at the end.)...
Mariella Medina, Ph.D., was enraged. The cute-at-first-sight Mexican businesswoman furrowed her rather too broad brow as she shivered in her severely undersewn frilly strapless, backless tube top. Her figure was decent, with a pert pair of sandy-brown breasts over a flattish tummy and slender legs crammed into ludicrous seven-inch heels, probably to mask her...
It has been variously described as a philosophical thought experiment, ethical conundrum, and nightmare job interview question. "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?" An offshoot of that question had real world significance to me. ****************** In many ways I won the gene lottery when I was born. I'm not t...
He collapsed on top of her body, both of them breathless. He kissed her and loved on her until they both drifted into a deep sleep. The next morning she woke up and looked over to see him lying naked beside her. She grabbed a sheet and tried to walk to the bathroom. 'Holy shit my legs hurt so bad, what the hell did he do?' She thought. She kept trying to g...
The sun rose over the horizon, and I closed my eyes. Normally, this would mean it's time to sleep. However, with ash clouds blotting out much of the sun, a perpetual gloom hangs over Boston's battered skyline today. This means I can still go hunting. Last night I fed, draining a young White Muslim female spy of her blood. It's morning and I'm still hungry. A...
In the Burgundy Exercise Room, Esther, one among forty naked and perspiring calisthenticists, swung her arms up, gasping. She didn't want to get Master Specs's attention. How a weird little fuck like him worked for Mistress Arnell, Esther would never know. "Feet together, shoulders back, hands in front of your chest, Jumping Jacks let's go!" And they b...
Some may call me a murderer, others with an odd sense of humor, an entrepreneur. Shaking my head in regards to the folly of humans, I send my cascade of alternately raven and violet tresses into a whirl, laughing. As I continue to walk, I observe the men and women wandering among my midst. A bemused smile plays across my crimson lips as I ponder the oddities...
Some may call me a murderer, others with an odd sense of humor, an entrepreneur. Shaking my head in regards to the folly of humans, I send my cascade of alternately raven and violet tresses into a whirl, laughing. As I continue to walk, I observe the men and women wandering among my midst. A bemused smile plays across my crimson lips as I ponder the oddities...
Dear Shoeblossom... I find your letters interesting, and finally I have something that you might understand-- Here goes- Medina Porizkova came to Uhlenberg about eight years ago. She married, my mentor, the great Samenow Varick. This was despite the fact that Dina was an Ukrainian immigrant, fascinating and exotic, and Samenow was, despite being a nice...
It was the start of the rut again. Sienna could feel it —that same old distinctive ache in her body, often warm or even hot to the touch, particularly concentrated in the depths of her womb where it radiated outward to the her sex and up through her breasts to her nipples. Sienna absently ran her hands over them, kneaded them, felt how heavy and swollen the...