The room is dark. The room is light. The room itself has light sources -- two lamps in fact -- but they are dark. Light shines from the next area. I turn it off, noticing a thin shaft from the upstairs bathroom -- out! The room is light. The room is dark. In the room, dark as I have made the house, there is light. The window -- that fickle sheet of glass,...
You take my breath away as you sit across from me at the small table. The small Cafe', that you love to take me, is packed tonight, and we have to speak loud, leaning into each other's ears. Your eyes hold a sort of mystical magic, as you gaze at me, and I find myself wanting to kiss you right here, in front of all of these strangers, but I just look away, a...
"You've never used a vibrator?" You shook your head, looking at him where he sat next to you on the sofa. "Why not?" he asked, cocking his head. "I don't know, it feels a bit embarrassing to go into a sexshop and just buy it...," you said, flushing slightly. He gave you a smile as he pulled you close. "You realize you can buy stuff online, right? You nev...
Ch 2. The First Interview I pulled into Arkham parking lot ten minutes early for work, something I did rarely. I got out of the car with a brand new notebook, and a piping hot cup of coffee. My heels clicked on the wet pavement as I made my way towards the sliding doors of the main entrance. I wore red heels with dark blue jeans and a light pink turtleneck....
We've been apart for so long. Late nights on web chat have kept us going. Me, staring as you do stripteases for me. You, trying not to giggle as I find the right angle to make my cock look the biggest. But finally, it's time to be together again. My flight lands at 3. You pick me up from the airport and we hug and kiss and get honked at to move along. Your...
Apparently, as an Indian Muslim gal living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, I'm supposed to be quiet, soft and sweet. I guess whoever believes in those myths about women from the Republic of India never met me. My name is Nadira Duwesh, and I was born in Uttar Pradesh, Northern India, and raised in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-seven, one hundred and...
Terry woke as sunlight invaded her bedroom window. She felt wonderful. The need that had driven her the previous day was a distant memory and the glow of sex well done still coursed through every fiber of her body. Her cheeks had a rosy tint and her eyes were bright. She stretched, luxuriating in the wealth of delicious feelings that seemed to encompass her...
He awoke to the sight of blood... blood everywhere! Sticky crimson pools stained the floor, the walls, his clothing, even hands. He wanted to be sick, for he knew that much blood meant that it happened again. Two people this time, maybe more... anonymous, faceless victims he would never remember, save in his darkest nightmares. He said a prayer, more out of...
My face is cold and red from the cold air as I walk with my arm linked in yours. I do not mind the cold air tonight, I can only hope you don't mind it either. I smile up at the sky, and point a gloved hand up to the stars. "Orion, see, his belt, and those stars are his legs and his arms pulling back is his bow." I say excitedly. You smile, eyes sparkling l...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a very short story. I think I ended it, before I realized it was over. There are attempts at humor, and it's yet another play on the free-use theme, with a touch of sci-fi tossed in. (In which was tossed? Fuck it, I'm ending it with a preposition.) Be prepared for pseudos...