Edited by RogueLurker Part 1 of 6 Casey was standing by the bed, unblinking, her blue eyes staring into nothing. She was completely nude, her small breast swaying lightly in accord with her soft breathing and her arms hanging freely. Behind her, an inch-wide tendril was emerging from a reddish pod and climbing up her smooth and shapely legs. Using the bac...
Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ****...
As you return home from work one evening, you find a large shipping package waiting for you in front of your apartment. Bringing the package inside and opening it, you find a letter and hundreds of vials containing a mysterious red powder. You decide to inspect the letter. -- WARNING: PROPRIETARY INFORMATION. DISCLOSURE OF THE CONTENTS OF THIS PACKAGE AND TH...
Two bodies moved against each other in the dark. It was past midnight. Despite their best efforts, anyone listening closely could have recognized the sound of skin against skin, and of heavy breathing. "Oh God," she groaned. She had started off on her hands and knees, but now she was almost face down against the bed. If it weren't for her partner's...
The wine was a bad idea. You know you shouldn't have the third glass but it's been such a long week and it just makes dinner so much nicer. He keeps pushing you to have another no matter how much you say no. Of course, you're not fighting him too hard either. But you didn't like the smug look in his eyes when he stared right into yours as he told the waitr...
This story was originally meant to be fairly short. But like a lot of stuff it 'grew arms and legs' and changed as it went along. Some people might find it 'slow' to start with, but I think it is worth sticking with. I wanted to make the characters a bit more 3 dimensional than in most stories. I was also setting things up for more chapters (if I find the ti...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Be careful when you dance on the Devil's doorstep.You never know when he might come out and ask you to come inside. (One of my Grandmother's sayings.) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Doctor David Ryan Richardson rose groggily from the couch in his basement TV room and staggered upstairs to the shower. Des...
"Little Misunderstandings of No Importance" "...Rather than regret for what I have written, I feel regret for what I shall never be able to read." Antonio Tabucchi ***** During my freshman year, in a time before central air and with the windows open in the still of night you could hear the corn grow, I worked the counter at the five and dime. The store wa...
The morning sun crept around Darren's dark blue curtain, barely illuminating his apartment. On his bed lay a simpering little black sissy slut, covered in her own cum. Her eyes were closed but she was stirring—Bambi's sleep would be over soon. Her platinum blonde hair was a mess. Her bright pink lipstick was smeared. Her plump lips were heavy and her holes w...
She hated Barnes and Noble. There was a lack of dust on the books and too much sunlight. It smelled like lemons. She wanted her stacks with cobwebs and musk. She wanted the air to reek of burnt coffee and parchment. She wanted single beams of light to conjure puppet shows on the walls- romantic tales of star-crossed lovers dancing in the dust-particle rain-...