Whoosh! Whoosh! Phwap!...Silence. A breathless, painful heartbeat later, I opened my eyes to intense darkness., and tried to think past the stampede in my chest and the thunder in my ears. I was not dead, which is what I had expected to be. I tried to concentrate on breathing, on slowing my heart rate, on feeling my body. I heard a sound. It was more a whi...
Author's Note: I'm about to have surgery again on my hands. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. This series belongs to Rachel. World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about diff...
Chapter One: Stevie She gazed down on the struggling young man as she straddled his hips with her spread naked thighs. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the gleaming blade's tip embedded in the man's upper torso. Spread-eagled across a blood soaked dingy bed, nylon cords secured the local college jock's wrists and ankles. "That asshole, that mother fu...
He was in the kitchen when he peeked again, closer this time than when he'd peered down from his bedroom. One hand clutched a glass, the other the faucet handle; he might need an excuse for hovering by the window. Besides, it helped steady him. This wasn't the same hyper little squirt he remembered. Until a moment ago he still pictured her with Kool Aid-sta...
Kate tried to move to find a slightly more comfortable position, but the plastic wrap held her very secure. The bark of the tree pressed into her skin painfully and the plastic was already uncomfortably hot. She could feel sweat dripping down her body. At first, she put it off to her imagination, but then she realized that it wasn't just her mind. There was...
When I was 13 I was totally un-kissable. I had big hair and big glasses and a lisp-causing retainer and I had neither boobs nor trendy clothes to compensate for my awkward misfortunes. My friends would talk about the guys they had kissed, or the guys they had held hands with at those skate-nights where all the cool kids would go and skate around in circles f...
Looking back on a time now past. To a time when we're in our early twenties and we're staying over at the relatives. I had my girl Grace with me, and there we were, the last to go to bed. In the room we were to share I stripped off naked. Grace got down to her tiny little panties. It was warm as we lay down in the soft darkness. "I want to have sex with y...
Back in my collage days, I earned some extra cash working in a night club. I started collecting glasses on the floor, then moved to serving behind the bar. It wasn't long before I was asked by our manager to be a Shift Supervisor. It was at a time that I was coming to terms with my identity. I was a Transvestite, but there was a lingering homosexuality abo...
She liked to be watched. It was a fact that could not be denied and one that she had learned to come to terms with. The problem was finding partners that shared her interest. After all, it was not the easiest subject in the world to bring up. Some just got scared off and ran a mile. Some just ignored her requests and politely made excuses. Some immediately l...
By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Seven: Question Me Harriette sat with head tilted back, gun pressed between her legs, tickling her clit in a most luscious way, behind the door Dude closed softly in departing. She sat staring at patterns painted on the ceiling and her mind, yet saw and thought nothing. All...