I usually go for a run on Sunday mornings before breakfast. As I turned into our street, I met up with the neighbour's daughter, who was out for a morning stroll. She was wearing a tight one-piece leotard and a tiny miniskirt. The white leotard was stretched over her ample tits. Even in the half-light of the morning, I could see her nipples through the thin...
The last group of dancers had exited through the backdoor. The assistant director of City Ballet Company moved from office to office, reaching inside to turn off the light switch. Then he rounded the corner and moved up the creaky staircase, walking past cheaply framed posters promoting past performances. The red brick of the building still bore the faint b...
A 'XXXecil for hire' story commission * A cackle erupted from the throat of a smoke-shrouded man as he waved his arms in fluid circuits above the dun-colored stone floor. His face was adorned with black eye-paint made from tar that had suffocated a virgin. His nose and lips were pierced with rings forged from molten metal harvested from the charred wreckag...
Do I really have to go in there? Lana thought as she stared at what had been a manhole once. Something that had come before her though had turned it into a regular hole. The only evidence of what it had been was steel manhole cover that had been flung halfway through a Buick as whatever it was broadened the entrance to accommodate its girth. Whatever that t...
At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Fur...
As I lay on my back, Joel's manhood down slightly from its full 11" but still impaling my shaved, swollen kitty, as I thought of it, I began to recover to the point where I could speak to Joel in a mostly normal tone of voice, save the occasional shudder. The truth was that while I had been truly pleasured, I still craved more. While Joel was still resting,...
Theresa had been dancing all day in the studio, her body exhausted, she lay poised on the ground stretching, following a piece she had practiced. She only wore a leotard and her ballet shoes, her hair caught up above her head in a hair tie, sweat dripping from her slender cheeks. Georgio waited in the doorway, watching her stretch, feeling a rising within...
I'm a 45 year old divorced college professor. I'm tenured, and have been teaching for nearly forever. I teach history. It's a subject that most of my students take because they must. They consider it the lesser of evils. We once had a history major, but it got canceled when the president realized that we were only graduating two or three people each year. Th...
Caitlin ran a hand through her hair, glancing at it as her fingers reached the ends and still a little relieved it was brown instead of white. There was precious little relief to be had at the moment. A meta had shown up with the power of separating those with split identities—a power so unscientific Caitlin felt like she should get a refund on her doctora...
Once in a while I get reports of a robbery, followed by sightings of a person jumping from roof to roof wearing a pink-and-yellow leotard. She weaves in and out of anywhere there's money—homes, banks, businesses—and escapes. Witnesses said that she carried a 9mm handgun and wears a pink mask that conceals her face. Her nickname, the Bubblegum Bandit, comes f...