Let me, Qamar, first tell you how I met this particular woman I am gonna talk about in this story and how I met her. She had responded to my article asking for stories and I went to her home to meet her. As I went in and knocked the door, she opened. I asked, "Miss Rasheeda?" "Yes" "I am Qamaar, the story writer. Eh, you know what stories. So, I am here...
WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature. So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else. I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s). All the names and/or places may h...
"The scars indeed run deep, cursed are those who know; damned. The secrets we keep, the mysteries we seek, the tears we weep, the blood we have shed and blood we've spilled for crimes not committed. A terrible cycle of fear and resentment, lost within the pain we seek to hide. Learning too late the bitter consequences: our self-destructive demise. Locking aw...
He looked around at his family. Everyone was out on the beach doing something: reading, building sandcastles, treasure hunting with a metal detector, napping. He was enjoying himself. He WAS. But...at the same time, it was 3 days without his secret life. His "other phone" was hidden in his car. He couldn't stand it anymore. Tomorrow morning he would sneak o...
Ah, another night and another glorious kill. I smiled to myself as I discarded the corpse of one Monica Crevasse. The beautiful, blonde-haired and green-eyed young woman lay on the ground, unmoving. Her alabaster skin looked unnaturally pale from loss of blood. I licked my lips, tasting her blood. Just one of the many pleasures of being a Vampire. I buried h...
Author's Note: This story involves Non-Human sex with a Female; regular and anal sex. As well as some cropping and bondage. Enjoy! ------------------------------------- Kristen awoke, her arms aching from being tied above her head. She was in some kind of dungeon setting, but when she tried to scream... she couldn't from the gag in her mouth. Standing most...
As I had imagined in any number of on-line, Second Life scenarios, I heeled behind Her ... two steps back, slightly to Her left, gaze focused on Her black boots, which were the style that season and didn't necessarily give Her away as a Domme. She led me up from the basement of the community center where the meetings were held, out into the cool night air of...
It was hard to miss Harmony. It was my second year at college. And early in the year, it dawned on me that I kept hearing this one girl's name in almost all of my classes' roll calls. Finally, all the way across a lab I figured out who she was. It was amazing that it had taken me so long to notice her. She was short, maybe 5'1", had shoulder-length mousy b...
This is another erotic RPG system, like my Rape Slave Battle, but from a male POV. --Writers, feel free to start a new game, or add on to one of the sample games.-- --Please note that the basic rules below have changed slightly since they were first posted. Some of the early story threads may not follow all of these rules.-- GAMEPLAY To play, you will need a...
Copyright 1999 Del Edwards (a nom de plume) He loved to watch her muscular thighs move with an easy rhythm as she almost danced down the trail toward him. He was used to seeing her in athletic shoes, shorts and a tank top or blouse with a bra under it. More than a few times he had stopped, turned and watched her move smoothly up the mountain trail, waiting...