"Dark Shadows": The Soap Opera, the Horror Show The original "Dark Shadows" was a unique TV phenomenon. A horror show in a soap opera format, the program was a marriage of as seemingly disparate genres as could be imagined. The reasons the bizarre show succeeded, and how it expanded the horizons of both horror and soap opera, are the subject of this essay....
"What the hell is this, soldier?" "SIR, I don't know, SIR!" I was braced up at full attention beside my bunk during our weekly unannounced inspection. We were in our third week of basic training in the U.S. Army. They were trying to teach us green civilians how to be soldiers. It had been a rough three weeks. The rest of my squad was also standing at atte...
As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers: "Good morning my love." He had awak...
The hot spray beats down my back, turning the skin red with the near scalding temperature. I lean my head back, lifting my arms to rinse the white lather from my thick hair, the soap bubbles sliding over my skin, pooling in a river between my breasts. Closing my eyes I sigh, utterly relaxed in the steamy atmosphere, the glass enclosing me, fogged over with t...
For the last year or so I have had a recurring fantasy of having a bisexual experience with another guy. I was never able to fulfill my fantasy due to being nervous about actually doing it, and getting caught. While not actively searching for a partner in crime, I was open to an opportunity to explore my bisexual fantasies. Last month I was invited to a la...
At the end of D Day minus five days, Tara felt exhausted. The eight orgasms had made her pussy into miasma. She slept for about two hours. When she woke up, she could barely walk. Her joints were aching with the extreme pleasure. Her back ached. Yet, she had office to go to the next day. She woke me up and said, “Need to go home”: I asked, “You think I h...
Erin Ch. 13: Clean Inside and Out By Jonathan Quincy Graves {Note: This is the thirteenth in a multi-part story series cataloging the progressive evolution of a relationship between a dominant woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning. Go to: Erin...
I tell you as I leave in the morning that you are not to express any milk while I am at work, none at all, I want you nice and full when I get home. You look at me and agree and I smile softly, trust me my pet it will be worth I assure you as I leave. I arrive home at about 5:30, you meet me at the door with your shirt unbuttoned, waiting for what I have in...
Another day at the hotel, a Thursday in fact. The first three hours of my shift had been boring, just general maid duties, changing beds etc. But at eleven o’clock I was told that I had been requested to a room on the second floor. I knocked and a well-spoken voice belonging to a lady told me to come in. Opening the door I found a woman in her mid-forties,...
The woman next door was a doctoral candidate at the university I'd graduated from two years earlier. One of my windows showed the courtyard of the apartment complex, and I'd see her sometimes, leaving in the morning or returning in the late afternoon. I didn't know her much, enough to chat a little if we passed in the courtyard. She was Ann, plain and pretty...