((This is my first attempt at erotica. I hope you enjoy the story.)) The club was full of smoke. Most clubs of this kind are; strobes and smoke do funny things to lighting, and seeing as this was a rave club where everyone played with various lighted toys in order to cause the rush of sensation most X-heads knew as "blowing up", that made sense. But me, I...
Whatever you do, don't call me Manny. I absolutely hate it. What kind of name is that for a chick anyways? If you know what's good for you, you'll address me by my proper name Manal Muhammad. When I said that, the pudgy teacher's assistant glared at me balefully, a look of simmering anger filling his reddened face. His blue eyes were like ice cubes. I could...
The end of my Third Story from my Mighty Mistress Mistress continues the story from her perspective. I let out another screech of wicked laughter as I roll out a large medical trolley. I have the contents of the tray covered with a silk sheet. I don't want him to see what lies beneath; instead I want the build up of adrenalin to continue. I can see that M...
(This story takes place in Silicon Valley, California. The essence of this story is true. Jana exists, but her name has been changed. ) ***** Francis teaches ballroom dancing to adults. He's good looking, but not a GQ type of guy. He doesn't have a square chin, nor bulging biceps, because he is a dancer. He doesn't need well defined pecs. He doesn't have a...
MEDICAL BACKGROUND: In traditional hip disarticulation—the surgical removal of the entire lower limb at hip level—the ball is separated from the socket of the hip joint, with the removal of the entire lower limb. These amputations mean the loss of three weight bearing joints - the hip, the knee, and the ankle - definitely more difficult and complex than los...
I was sitting at the table with Trudy and Retta. In that respect it was much like earlier that morning. One difference was that we were snacking on mango slices instead of drinking coffee. Another was that Millie was lying on the grass behind us, handcuffed to the bottom of the drainpipe. "I'm going to kill you bitches!" she yelled, and rattled her handcuf...
This is my first erotic/non-human story ever, so please feel free to rate/comment or send me advice. I do my own editing and I go to school and have an internship so I will try to at least post once or twice a week. Thanxz! _________________________________ The wolf had twisted his body so that my blade stuck into the ground. I jumped back using my hands...
You first caught my eye in Poundland. You were walking out as I was walking in. I forget what I was going to buy. Something bright and inconsequential no doubt. Something cheap and cheerful. What else do you buy in Poundland? I smiled and then you smiled. It was a Poundland kind of a smile. Cheap and cheerful. Bright and inconsequential. Superficially friend...
That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In Gorean Sometimes she can't help feeling like she's throwing good love after bad; the way she's sitting here with her knees in the dirt, watching him so intently, listening to the soft words he's murmuring to the giant bird as he slides off the harness and grooms the feathers- she's thinking, I might as well be i...
He knew he ought to leave. The passing over into the fluid new dimension he inhabited these days had occurred long ago, though it felt like no time had passed at all. He wished he'd known the small trouble of dying had naught to do with ceasing to exist in that initial stage of "life." If only he'd known things would only get better! Still, as he traversed...