-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...
Peter groaned and rolled his hips towards her. He could see nothing between his thighs, although dawn had broken and pale light shone through the tall curtain-less windows of his old Victorian bedroom. Peter's erection was swollen and painful. His release was coming, he could feel it. It was inevitable, a driving force of arousal. "God", he growled deep in...
Although Science and the Arts have mapped a huge breadth of the Natural and Human existence, there are still some gaps which remain unexplored. Though these gaps are small, transient, and largely impotent, machinations have come into creation, conscious or not, which can manipulate these gaps with ease and efficacy. Some were carved from from eons of a half...
Every story needs a protagonist. Someone to undergo the Hero's Journey. Someone who, through trials and tribulations, learns to come to terms with who they are—learns to love themselves. (This is a story where the main character explores a relationship with themselves in some form or another. This could mean body parts gaining sentience, having multiple per...
Victoria came to Millie and softly touched her cheek, making a tear flow from her eye. "Sweet Millicent, it's over and my darling girls have ended the possession from Heather. We are free again and our spirits can be in peace." "I'm so sorry, Victoria. So much hurt and pain has happened to us all because of her." "Yes, she did cause a great deal of pain...
The darkest terrors are within usBy the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Shakespeare: Macbeth, Act 4, Scene 1. * Witches, vampires, succubi, cold cruel women, femme fatales, the tart with a sliver of ice in her heart; those are what comes to my mind when I think of Halloween. And today is Halloween, so my mind is even more than usu...
Well, it's time. It's decided. You're really going. To America. And you're taking all the money you have, not that it's a lot. You're also taking a few changes of clothes, for differing occasions, binoculars, your phone, some jewelry: mostly as possible gifts to women, and the tools of your trade. The Idea is to go to America an never come back. To seduce an...
Your name is John Doe and you have been dead for a long time. When you were alive you ran the most notorious brothel in the city, servicing the richest and most depraved clients. But you got shot at a card game, and became ancient history. As a bitter angry ghost, you watched the city change through the years, your brothel house abandoned except for squatter...
You were walking home one day from college since you had a long day of nonstop classes. As you were walking home, you were listening to some jazz music to calm your nerves. After a couple of hours, you got home, opened the door before closing it as you yelled to your sister that you were home but you heard no answer. You soon thought that she was at her boyf...
Author's notes: This was edited by a professional awhile ago. It is in the same continuity as my other story arc "Demon's Punish." In fact, both stories converge after awhile. All sex is between two consenting and willing adults over 18 years of age. The story is written in third-person past-tense with limited perspective switching perspectives. This s...