Tonight the hunger is stronger than it's ever been before. I am ravenous. My whole body aches for you. I don't think my fingers or a vibrator will satisfy me – not completely. God, I need it so badly! I wish that you were here, for only you can fully satisfy the cravings that I'm experiencing tonight. I need you to take me into your arms where I feel compl...
Damian opened his eyes and for a minute he believed yesterday had been a dream, then he realized he was still holding Slut in his arms. She was wide-awake, looking at him. All the toys they had been using the night before lay around them. He knew if she would have wanted, she could have harmed him, maybe even killed him in his sleep. The fact she had not pro...
Stepping into the changing room, I smile at you and close the door quietly behind me. I hold my index finger to my lips and softly say, "Sshhhhh". I drop to my knees in front of you, then roll onto my back. I slide under you so my face is directly under your lovely pussy. I lift my head and gently kiss that junction of your crotch and upper leg on the righ...
MidNyte and meri It never starts with a kiss, but an embrace. i never seem to be standing either, but kneeling or cross legged on the deck – stitching in hand. You walk on board, misting into view suddenly. i always blush, always tense. (and Your first words send me half into that lovely space ... more power allotted than should be in Your word for me "Mine...
1 I am 29. I have been thus for the last twenty years. I know those of you quick with numbers will say I am 49, but I tell you I will always be 29, forever. I have not aged, nor have I known no disease for these last twenty years. But I have known hunger. A hunger that eats at what is left of my soul. Hunger that brings madness and agony. A hunger for BLOOD...
**All characters are at least 18 years of age** A/N: Please comment on the storyline, this set is a bit different from the other works. * "People often wonder what it is that drives the killer. Or what type of conditions create a molester or rapist. Debate and conjecture flood through the media, the small town diner, and the even to the family table, all...
Caution this is a strange story with strange language. If you perhaps have played Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines you might notice a certain similarity. All persons living and dead with a resemblance to said game are unintended and purely residing in your mind, I swear. Fresh from the grave, sounds like something someone would tell a necrophilia lover...
"Don't do that, it's exactly what they want," I thought, shaking my head vehemently. I stood there, watching as the Others continued their slow, steady march toward a hail of bullets. Slowly, steadily, with unwavering resolve, the Zombies came at them, the ones with the guns. They moaned and shambled onward even as they got mowed down. I got clipped in the c...
Carla sighed in frustration as she scanned the packed nightclub. He just was not here, she growled silently. Every man she looked at did not attract her in the least, too skinny, too heavy, too blond, too redheaded. Not that she had any problem with the later; she was just in the mood for a dark haired lover tonight. Weaving her way through the mass of und...
Lia's body ached, every sinewy muscle protesting how long it had been since she'd found sustenance. It drove her to take risks she normally wouldn't take, get careless. That fear is what haunted her thoughts as she strolled through the club. Lights flashed and the bass thumped in her ears, but she ignored it all. It was the rush of warm blood in these veins...