Krystyna stares at me in the pale light of the station café, irises made pure black by her contacts. She is starting to look preternaturally white; we've put off our feed too long this time. "You're hungry, Krys." "So are you, you look like a ghost." She stirs her coffee, licks her spoon, her full lips parting for the tip of her forked tongue. She is as ex...
Ulrike's playroom was a lot different from what I was expecting. The floor was made of concrete and the walls were cinderblocks and mortar. There were also a number of iron rings set into the floor walls and ceiling. In addition to that there were a number of vertical poles that I originally thought of as whipping posts; however Ulrike preferred to use them...
Dear reader; WARNING: In this chapter I ratchet up the danger and intensity of the story. No one gets killed, but the faint of heart among you may find some of what transpires to be unpleasant. If you are skittish, you may wish to look away. I will post the last chapter in 2 or 3 days. All characters are at least eighteen. *** I lost track of how many ti...
They come to bring you from your chamber moments after the Handmaidens have left. You’re sitting in a fever dream of flower garlands, perfumed oils and spiced wine when the door opens and the Acolytes make their formal bows. As you process along the torchlit corridors, two of your attendants behind bearing the train of your long robe, the others leading, you...
Please continue to comment and vote. I will take it as an indication to keep writing. Hope you enjoy! __________________ Linnsa awoke from one of the best night's sleep she'd ever had feeling something warm probing her labia. "Uhn?" she mewed sleepily. "[Ohaiyo]" (good morning, J). Genzo paused his oral ministrations only long enough to greet her and then...
He was gamin. He was an exchange student from Paris. His hair was night dark. His face was shaped like a fox's. A box of summer in it. Bright black eyes that looked perpetually startled, as though he were a boy who knew Christmas lights were tomorrow, and they would always be for him, without the resonant arrogance, without the resident precipitation that he...
I was standing there tied to a tree, my feet tied to a root and my hands cuffed behind the trunk. Violet, whose fault it was as usual, had been kind enough to wrap a blanket around the trunk so I didn't get scratched up on the bark as her friend rode me. Though that blanket had slipped down to my ankles. Also Violet hadn't left anything to protect me from ge...
Data-log entry number 01: Group of patients came in a couple nights ago. All of them male. Ages 21 to around 49. All of them in unconscious. They also seem to have been stricken with serious cases of priapism. For some reason the bodies emit strange and pungent pheromones effecting some of the female members of the staff as well. Patients were moved into is...
The following story is true, names have been changed to provide a modicum of privacy. All characters are over the age of 50. ***** Looking back, it is still very hard for me to believe the events that have transpired over the last few years. Sometimes, life has a unique way of taking an almost surreal turn that leads us down paths that we would have normal...
**Everyone in this fictional story is age 18 or older. ** All the other girls were watching Leslie closely as she started to undress in the gym locker room. It was her first day at this new school, and as the 'new girl' everyone was trying to size her up—in more ways than one. Leslie was 5'6" tall, beautiful, flowing blond hair, green eyes, and nicely shape...