Things have changed sense last time we talked. My new name was Candy. Mistress Fortune made me legally change it. I also moved in her home. She had me leash by her bed. One day she took me out in my dress and make up. I could easily pass as a woman. She said she had a gift for me. So far that day I only went shopping on her until Chantz decided to take the S...
Still a new writer, feedback appreciated. Disclaimer: All individuals in the following work of fiction are over the age of 18. * I stepped on the train and shuffled over to my seat. The cabin was almost empty save for a couple of people dressed in business attire. I chalked it up to the late hour and the fact that it was the holiday season. I had just fin...
Note: Shadow Sex is a dark anthology series focusing on sex, modern technology, and exceptional scenarios. Monday: It was a sweltering evening in Manhattan. Sarah felt like a sardine, riding the packed and humid subway to her small, uptown apartment. Pressed up against a pole by countless bodies, she could feel the sweat acting like a glue between her skin...
Surely she wasn't the only one. Everyone did it, harbored wicked thoughts. Of course they did—it was all hidden beneath their business suits and workday clothes. She couldn't be the only one. Of that she was certain. But maybe, maybe she was the only one who'd crossed the line. Who'd moved from wicked thought to action. The 5:45 p.m. train from Linley Sta...
I rushed out the house with a duffel bag over my left shoulder while pulling a suit case on wheels behind me. My trip to Toledo had been planned for months and was something I had dreamed about for several years and yet, I was still running late. Riding the Amtrak was on my bucket list since I was 8 or 9. I remember riding with my dad to pick my Aunt up fro...
I hope you enjoy this new story. A bit of a ramble at first, but that's how it came out - and I like the sex. Please leave a comment or a vote: it's very encouraging! ***** She was running, hard. Southon could see her effort written on her face while her little dark blue suitcase bounced and jumped behind her, its wheels hopelessly unsuited for the job. C...
Scot woke early he had set his alarm on his phone to vibrate and had placed it under his pillow. It had woken him with a jolt. Scot almost reconsidered his plan as it was still dark and he was admittedly still a little tired from the weekend visit. He looked over at Adel who was sleeping peacefully next to him. It would have been so easy to cuddle into her a...
Train journeys have a definite effect on my mood. At the start of the week I can kind of grin and bear the hassle and lack of comfort, but by the end of the week the journeys seem tortuous, making my work days stretch out impossibly long, feeling like I'm walking down a lone desert road and I'll never reach the end. Friday night rush hour. Rush hour? Ha! Th...
CHAPTER 3 "They're closing the gate. Hang on!" Angelina stepped on the accelerator until it touched the floor of the car. The Hybrid lurched forward, smashing through the half closed gates of, The Grand Gate, and out into the street. "The stati...train stat...fuck!" "What?" Amanda took a deep breath in an effort to calm her racing heart. There was nothi...
It was a little warmer than comfortable and the air was thick with the smell of too many people in a small confined space. He could hardly move in any direction. With each turn the train made the mass of people swayed back and forth as if one body. His nose itched but he could hardly lift his arms to his face to scratch it. He feared that even if he managed...