Alone at home Ashkey sat and enjoyed her coffee and contemplated the changes that she was going to undertake in her life. Every day Monday to Friday she had seven hours alone. Normally she would drag her housework out so that it filled all of her day but now she was determined to do something different with her time. She calculated that she could spend an...
The Filthy Hermit—we'll call him that though he had long ago forgotten his name, and long ago had lost touch with anyone who might call him by name—lived in a filthy shack in the woods behind Seven Church Acres, one of the many upper middle-class subdivisions dotting Northern Virginia. In a long-ago period he scarcely recalled, the Filthy Hermit had owned on...
He stood in the doorway, blocking her only exit. His dark, brown eyes were impassible, his rocky jaw set and unmoving. Joanne wondered if she could make it to the living room window before he caught up with her. Not likely, she decided as her eyes wilted down to the legs encased in his tight, black denim pants. She could see the subtle curve of each muscle a...
Author's note: Story may contain non-human transformation, female submission, impregnation/breeding, monster sex! So if you don't like that... well get out! Feedback appreciated, especially notes of what you liked, so I can write more like it. I split this story into 3 chapters for easier editing, but it really just one big story. So you should read the p...
"I think I am going to switch her off. You think she is ready, Angela?" "I guess so. She seems like it. I haven't even heard very much moaning lately. I would imagine she has regressed into her mind. But, that was your intention, wasn't it, John?" "Of course." The humming coming from the machine started to die. It had been so pervasive that it had moved f...
My Friend Sue ©2016 Literocat [This story began as a short writing essay that was pushed out in twenty minutes. When I considered publishing it here, I embellished a bit, then a bit more. Soon I had a pale Pygmalian story that was better suited to this forum, but began to lose its roots. Ultimately, I decided to combine both versions in an unusual way, as a...
I had been working night shifts for close to 10 years at this point and like all graveyard shift workers, our sleep during the day is not exactly a beauty sleep. Simply put, the rest of the world does not give a fuck whether you have worked all night or that you need some peace and quiet during the day to sleep. In a place like Chennai, where the weather goe...
When I wake up, I find that I'm alone in the small clearing in which Nightwing and I had camped. I look about, and find that the puddle of ejaculate we had made has either dried into nothingness, or has simply disappeared - as I can say with certainty that I'm not laying in it. I stand and bend, my back sore from our...well, to be blunt, our insane fucking...
'So, I suggest you sleep on it this way up to start with and then change around.' It was salaciously strange, discussing sleeping arrangements with the delivery man. Or rather — young man. Still, he seemed to know his stuff. My body, it seemed knew mine. A buzz of pleasure leapt alarmingly through my loins, it throbbed enticingly between my legs. 'Okay th...
Present Day Damn! Damn! Damn! My God! My God! What have I done? I smell sex; it is unmistakable but it is strangely one-sided...I want to puke. My head is clearing of the booze and coke. I am beginning to comprehend why it seems one-sided. "Mmmmm....hug me baby, you... you guys...mmmm; you wear me out." My wife murmurs as she turns and adjusts to align h...