She was a redhead. Pale, with a dusting of light freckles over the top of her chest and, to match her Gaelic blood, vibrantly bright green eyes. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and her full lips moved with the rising and falling rhythms of Aramaic. In the points of the circled pentagram carved into the basalt floor of this room, stood long beeswax tapers. Wa...
It's just after eleven and I still have four hours on the clock. I'm working a bachelor party and I am not feeling it at all. Half the serving staff didn't show up at my restaurant job, I was locked out of cosmetology class, and I got a $200 speeding ticket on the way to the club. To top it all off, the party is full of coked-up prep school douchebags wh...
I am so hungry. Dieting isn't fun, is it? All one can think of is food, feeding, dining, supping, lunching, breakfasting, breaking the fast -- all right. Stuffing one's face. But I am so very very very hungry. It is a very hot and sunny day, and I've found a nice shady spot in front of the Art Building. I'm pale, of course. The sun is brutal to my white ski...
Your day begins the same as it always does; you wake up, brush your teeth, throw on your school uniform, and toss a piece of toast in your mouth as you scurry out the front door. You quickly make your way around the corners and through the alleys of your beat up little town and come upon a cable car stationed at the foot of a hill. As usual, the struggle to...
Dear Diary, Not even two weeks after I finally graduate from high school and I got a letter, it's from the Bureau of Human Resources; I have been drafted into becoming a "governmentally employed milk distributor". Whatever that means. I know that America hasn't used cows for dairy products in, like, twenty years but I've never even been to a farm. This soun...
"Hey dude, what's...What the hell?!" "...What?" "You literally reek of blood and guts right now. Like somebody got cut open and sprayed you with their blood. Or you came from a slaughterhouse." "I still smell? I literally shampooed my hair each day, and I fucking put gel in it and cologne on. I still smell?" "Yeah it's fucking gross! What the hell ha...
My name is Diana Styles and I'm a strap-on addict and an avowed fetish fanatic. A five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman of Southern origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Forty years old and counting. By day, I am an accountant. I am the CEO of Styles & Madison, a multi-million-dollar accountin...
I dedicate this story to Gina, my wonder woman. It was fun while it lasted and I will never forget you. We will always share a special bond. * Bright lights, big city, Gina discovers romance, sex, love, and life after marriage. She discovers the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. The Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball is the best of the swingers' socia...
V The twins came two years later, deep in the night of the seventh day of the seventh month. The midwife spoke softly of how gently the first had come, and how harshly the second; all Anna Podgolskiv could think about was her husband, and what had taken him from this moment. What was love that it could be so easily sundered? A bureaucrat from the city, som...
SF (speculative fiction; the category includes science fiction, fantasy, and related genres) has a lot in common with erotica. Both are ridiculously easy to write badly and excruciatingly difficult to write well. Both are widely considered "inferior" by the mainstream literary community, yet actually contain some of the finest literature in existence. (Vonne...