Faith smeared on the remainder of her lipstick as she tossed the slender silver tube into a nearby trash can. She sighed to herself, adjusting her hair in the mirror. She didn't even want to go to this party. Switching colleges her senior year had been extremely hard for her, and she wasn't so quick to make friends. The only girl who had befriended her was A...
Stage One: The Doctor's Orders She knew she had done wrong, but most importantly she knew she'd be in trouble. Those boots had clearly been left out for cleaning, but she was so enthralled with her new present, a pair of beautifully high ballet boots, she just had to 'wear them in'. And so she sat upon the corner of the bed, decadent in her sleek shiny ball...
Thea woke up inside a glass jar; the lid had holes punched in so she could breathe. The jar had recently been filled with jam as she woke up lying in the little cluster that was left. She was still completely naked apart from a piece of wire that had been carefully tied to her wrists behind her. She tried to pull against the wire to only find that only tight...
Author's Notes: (1) Before someone goes off half-baked about this submission, please read chapter one. I like to tell a story that has erotica in it, in contrast to erotica with a faint storyline in it. (2) This is FICTION. (3) There are bizarre scenes herein, sexual to some, perhaps horrifying to others. (4) Please be aware that Victoria's activities ar...
I'd come to Gamba University for research for my company. My business done in the afternoon, I scanned the campus center bulletin board in search of something to do that night, maybe catch a game, a movie, whatever. "Sisters Unite!" one small poster screamed at me. "Come listen to strong women speak about their power! All welcome." It looked intriguing....
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
He slowly opened one crusty eyelid, struggling to focus on his blurred surroundings. He could feel the thump-thump-thump of his pulse pounding out its amplified drumbeat on his right temple. "Helluva hangover," he thought bleakly. With his right eye still closed, he managed to dispel the visual fuzziness with a deliberate squint. His left eye then proceede...
"Can I take a picture with you, Carlos?" asked the tiny blonde woman in a jean skirt and pink tank-top. "Sure, of course," Carlos said, pushing his chair away from the small patio table where he and Ria were eating breakfast. He stood up from the table and put his arm around the woman. The woman looked over at Ria and held up her mobile phone. "Do you min...
This is just a little story I threw together. Only one person is real, and she is only a made up personality that may or may not have any relation with the actual real person. Please comment with specific comments about what you like and do not like. I am interested in constructive criticism. This is a single story, without a follow on. It is about the t...
An unorthodox experiment into sexual response concludes the trilogy. An hour later, showered and in a crisp clean uniform, Amy reported to Gooding's office. "I'm currently engaged in cutting edge psychosexual research, which could enhance the international profile of this clinic," he began, with customary self-importance. "Psychosexual?" she said warily...