Disclaimer: The writer of this text might or might not have had sex with all the persons she mentioned. The situations might or might not be part of her personal experience – or her imagination. In fact, you can't even know if she's really a she. Only she knows that. *** In fact, I am not the right person to write a text about dirty talk in German. There a...
[To my dear readers: "Let me know what you think so I can decide if this is worth continuing" Prologue The year was 3030 and the world was very different to how anyone could've pictured it. There were no flying cars, no alternate fuels and no virtual life. Everything got too real. The world ran out of fuel around the year 3000 – something which caused mas...
Daniela und die Dogfart-Boys Blonde Steuerberaterin übernimmt ein Neumandat Daniela schaute ungeduldig auf die Uhr: Gleich 20.00 Uhr. Eine halbe Stunde wartete die junge Steuerberaterin jetzt schon auf ihren Angestellten. Den sollte ich feuern, das hätte ich schon längst machen sollen., dachte sie. Nur weil er ihr dieses angeblich so gute Neumandat bringen w...
" . . . I can't believe dad listens to this shit!" She reached over, ejected the CD and looked at it briefly. "Golden Oldies?? Hate to break it to ya dad, but Elvis is dead." With a quick flip of her wrist, she flung the CD out of the window of the moving vehicle. She looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the shiny disc tumble briefly in mid-air before...
'Komm mit, Bitte.' The technician led me down a darkened passageway to the main room. It was large, about the size of our cafeteria when I was in school, and totally black. Black walls, black rubberized floor, black ceiling and completely surrounded with black curtains, blocking out the bright daylight outside. The light came from a couple of striplights u...
"Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies And Gentlemen." Allow me to introduce the product of what happens when I keep looking at my own unfinished project. A short, superficial satire about human obsessions. I can think of few things more frightening. A late entry into this year's Halloween contest. ------ There is nothing more frightening t...
"I'm glad you're with us, Mr. Bennett," said Josie, the human resources director. "I know we should have gone over these benefits and such before you started work, but better late than never." "I think you should call me Adam," said the middle manager. "I'm glad you found the time, Josie." Adam wondered about the broad-shouldered woman across the desk. He w...
Kapitel 1 – Das Institut Ein irgendwie futuristisch anmutendes, dunkelgraues Gebäude mit scheinbar drei Stockwerken tauchte am Ende der Sackgasse in diesem Industtriegebiet im Licht der Laternen auf. Bedrohlich wie ein schwarze Quader ragte es in den tropisch heißen, schwarzen Nachthimmel, den nur die Straßenlaternen mit gelblichen Strahlen einige Meter weit...
Written by lilgirlsix and Archangel_M Edited by Doctime ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ lilgirlsix: I really do love writing for Zsálya, and am so sad it has almost come to an end. But this story has been a joy to write with my friend AA. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Archangel_M: The music suggestion for this chapter is "On My Way Home" by Enya. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ {Language N...
I. She had become such a devil, my sweet Caroline. Inside her, I was sure, it had raged already long before she had met me, that hellish fire of a demon goddess, but now it had been given shape and form and the means to live it out, those delirious desires that had been born in that hell's fire. She smiled at me as I left the bed, stretching her perfected...