Women are the Bows, Men are the Hunters Women are the bow. They're curved, strung with care. They know they're beautiful, but it can get lonely...they have this string...and they know it's there for a really good reason, but they can't reach it themselves. The Hunter can't help looking at this creation and knowing she's constructed for one thing in particul...
I can no longer say that remember it as if it were yesterday, it has been a few years now. So this is as best as I remember a time that our lives really changed. I thought everything was going pretty well in our new family. Two gorgeous children. OK, yes, a mother's eyes are always biased. In my eyes our daughters are perfect in every way. Growing. Exploring...
For Ms. Delia Author's Note: There is an element of coercion and forced sex in a backstory, so please don't read if its general description might be triggering. This story is very different than anything else I have written. It was an interesting writing challenge from Ms. Delia. It's the longest of my stories so far, and I hope you find it interesting, too...
I got on the tube at Kings Cross station after getting the train from Cambridge. But, I guess you want a bit more information about me first. I am from Africa but you wouldn't guess if you heard me speak on the phone. My parents came to UK when I was eight They were both career diplomats. That was about a year after my mum almost killed me. This almost killi...
My dark chocolate hair hangs, damp and limp, framing my view: the light-colored canvas - "it doesn't show stains as well," they said - green knee pads, and black patent-leather boots. Dewy perspiration beads all over my pale, freckle-flecked skin, mixing with the sauna-heat of Jess' shaved slit resting on the back of my neck. Thick, iron thigh muscles sheath...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = XeneRoberta8735 lives in the far distant future, but she knows that her past- our present- will shape her future. So she returns in the only way she can to leave a message to all humanity. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may c...
I tend to write stories with a beginning, end and middle, then struggle to get them to fit. I found this sitting on my hard drive recently. It was written around the time of the other submissions but unfinished. Its a bit of a patchwork with some dangly threads I decided not to pull on. This is an erotic sci-fi of lesbian ravishment and helpless pleasure....
Doldrums It had happened much as Samantha had suggested it would. Shortly after lunch, Julia had been called into a meeting with the vice president of Human Resources. The woman had flown in from New York to meet with people in the Chicago office as part of the reorganization effort. Julia had been escorted into the executive conference room by the woman's...
Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
Jim Gordon flipped the switch. The batsignal suddenly shone brightly in the sky. He waited. 'Where the Hell is he," Jim thought. 'He's usually here in 5 minutes, tops.' Jim continued to wait. Finally, he heard a familiar noise: the sound of a grappling hook whizzing through the air. Any minute now, Batman would appear seemingly out of nowhere and coolly and...