I am a fan of the WB series, "Smallville" and love the interaction of the main characters. However, I think I might be alone in thinking that Chloe is probably the most interesting of the characters on the show. Lana is a sniveling, self-important twit and Clark is dumber than a fence post. I had high hopes for him after he began putting the moves on Chloe,...
I was naked except for my wig, my makeup, my stockings and my heels. I sat on Roger's lap, his erect cock deep inside my ass. He was watching a nature program. My legs were spread and his arm was wrapped around me while his hand lazily toyed with my little boy parts. He wasn't fucking me, he was simply impaling me, filling me with his masculinity while I rev...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
The bitch actually called me two days later to apologize, saying that she was sorry things got out of hand and wanted to put things behind us. I don't know if she was baiting me into being the one to push for a rematch or more, but I don't care. After all the humiliating shit she and Darren did, there was no way I was letting things slide. The pasty little s...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
Hazel really couldn't tell how she managed to make her way out of Kevin's flat. All she knew was that she slowly became aware of her surroundings once she was away from the flat and the smell of the incense. Perhaps he had put something in her drink to make her compliant. When she finally came to her senses, she discovered that she was half-dressed and sitt...
I looked at my watch, "Fuck it...nearly six, ...I bet they will be closed!" I parked the car and walked towards the shop. It was raining, it was cold, a typical January Saturday. "Bradley will fucking kill me if I forget my suit!" I smiled to myself. "The man's a dick for getting married anyway!" I walked towards the door, 'Fuck, is it open?' The lights we...
Starting Over Again * This story is written in the first person. My writing style by design for first person narratives is of incomplete sentence fragments. This reflects actual thought processes that people have. It is by design, not laziness. If the bothers you, please give yourself a break and don't read this story. If on the other hand, you read my sto...
My name is Rose Darwin. I’m a six-foot-tall, slender young woman of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I have red hair and pale green eyes. People say I remind them of a younger version of the actress Julianne Moore. I don’t know about that but whatever. I am a third-year student at Carleton University. I major in psychology. I’m openly gay...
*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. This story also contains a fictional demon so if that offends you, don't re...