Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. First submission! Madison was excited to get one more jog in before the sun set. Prom was three days away and she had no desire to look anything but perfect when she wins prom queen. Madi was the best at getting her way. She had her stepmother wrapped around he...
***I am over 18, as is everyone in this story. I'm actually 23*** *** I felt it before I ever met Christina. The overwhelming desire to serve, to drop to my knees and submit to someone's will. The impulse to sacrifice or delay my own needs to satisfy another's. It was a powerful urge, and when I saw her across the bar it was immediate and it was viceral....
"Kris, do you think I'm sexy?" Ruby Heart asked. "That's a very human question for you to be asking Ruby." Kris said without looking up from his computer screen where he was furiously typing something. "What's that got to do with anything?" She asked running her fingers through her short black hair raising it up over her antennae before letting it drop ba...
The old priest looked down the woman, the child, who lay looking up at him, the brightness of her eyes, the rise and fall of softly rounded breasts with each breath, the glow of her skin under the torches foretelling the coming dawn, as though the sun was rising first in her body before it granted itself to the land. Life itself radiated from her: a vibrant...
It started when my older brother met Jane. He brought her home to meet the family, which included me. She greeted me politely ("Hi, you must be Scott. Dave has told me so much about you!") but not in a flirting manner. I responded in the same way ("I hope you think well of me despite that.") Dave punched me jokingly in the arm. "Don't worry. I didn't tell...
My name is Laurel Katherine Henderson. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sturdy and very voluptuous Englishwoman living in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been in the United States of America ever since I was nineteen years old. I recently earned my Master's degree in Business Administration from Boston College at the age of twent...
"I'm telling you, there is no such thing as a horny undead. Period." Larya turned to her companion, a scruffy man wearing patchy leather armor, and glared. "You've just got no imaginative spirit!" "And this world's got no sexed spirit. Spirits." The man rolled his eyes. He sat back against a gnarled old oak tree and began sharpening the blade of his notc...
previously published in Tears on Black Roses 1999 "...And in her most imitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died..." - Shakespeare, The Tempest * * * * * The sky to the east grew dark, as the clouds gathered and undulated like giant mammals swimming across...
It's been some time since I posted a story here. Life got in the way. I have a few more in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy them. Many of us have said it, but what if ... Ragnarök By Judogeezer Desolation everywhere...but not what he expected. Every end-of-the-world movie he'd ever seen had the same scenes; deserted streets with dust and scraps of paper...
Suki was looking at some dresses, when Susan came in. "Hello Suki." "Mrs. King." "You can call me Susan, you are not working." "Thank you Susan." "Special occasion." The Asian nodded, "Interview." "Did Caroline let you go? "It was time. "Work for me, "The black woman offered. "It's not what you think." Susan slapped her, "You think you're too good...