Note: This is the prequel to a lengthy, semi-fiction story that I plan to span across many different genres including BDSM, threesomes, and a few others. This part, however, will be non-sexual, although it will deal with drugs, family issues, and underage children (again, NONSEXUAL.). I plan to tell three different origin stories of three main characters, as...
Dinner at the Quicks Tom Quick was excited. A week ago he and Alice Elton had fallen in love. It was a whirlwind romance, as they say, starting with the mutual recognition of the Tom's and Alice's enormous common interests. They were both possessed of uniquely rich sexual imaginations, razor-sharp intellects, straight-on honesty, and the ability to accept s...
She was left in her small dark room for 24 hours. The first creature she had saw. Brought her food once in the first 2 hours. So when the door opened she was blinded. The light was unbearable. Using both arms to cover her eyes. Only to curse her self, when she felt 2 needles entering her waist. Each about 3 inches from her hipbones. With in minutes she was n...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Christ, you think, can't believe he made an easy job a shit one. You were walking home after work, finding yourself incredibly irritated by your boss, who seemed to have a knack for forcing you to do more work than you would usually have to. Today, for example, he ordered you to help him fix the water dispenser in the office, yet you found yourself being the...
'That's the best needle you'll ever get, you fuckin' slut.' He pulled his jeans up and looked down at her as she struggled to untie the knot her panties were getting into around her cheap and glorious fuck me stilettos. She looked up at him and stared. She did not hate them anymore, but she did not like them either. It was pure economics. She immunised her...
Claire Fitzpatrick I've found myself on a moral ambiguity kick, a sign of brevity, and had decided to let the world in on my subconscious as I ruminated on 'taboo' subjects. It's not that I wanted people to be repelled by me, but I wanted to be repelled by them, sickened by their own repugnance. I've decided experience in a manner that is absorbing, penetr...
This is Marly Jackson PI's 6th case, "Case Of The Curse" part 1 of 2. In order her stories are contained in: Case Of the Missing Millionaire The Violin Case A Bad Case of Blackmail Case of the Purple Rose The Nightlife Case _______________________ Everyone has a cross to bear. Some people had a special-needs child, some people had herpes, I had Micha...
She was crying. Not from pain, but from pure pleasure. She had just stomped on another man's heart and she was savoring his heartache. The woman was a bitch, but she was hot and had a great rack and like so many others, Mark fell for her body and deceptively sweet smile and ignored the rest. This was something that not even he was aware of, mesmerized by her...
Tom's Workshop Lately Tom had been dividing his time between working at the service station five days a week - he worked Saturdays but he took Wednesday off - and Alice. They had incredible sex every day. That took a couple of hours, not counting the time they spent in twin comas afterwards. They talked. They talked about everything - growing up, discoverin...