Chapter 1 If someone were to ask just who “she” was, I wouldn’t be able to answer, as I hadn’t the slightest clue. A hallucination? Some kind of angel? For the past five years, I would greet each morning with the last warm fingers of a dream clinging to my mind. I’d roll on my side, and lying next to me would be a girl of my age, but with beauty unmatched by...
Matt sat at the couch again, his desire burning within him. His need to be punished. His need to be hurt, to have his nipples pinched, his balls slapped and squeezed. As he stared at the TV, he made the decision, "I could use a real rough hard session" he texted to Andrea. He grinned a bit as the text went through and his erection grew. Thoughts came to him...
Deep within an underground lair. A shadow of human being shifts as the shimmering lights casts a constant shadow along the murky walls. The walls, although made of stone have seemed to be integrated with a multitude of machinery. We come upon our protagonist, Eli as his obvious laugh echoes through the bat-man-esque lab. "This is it" I thought, tur...
This is a rework of my original Vincent's future project, and hopefully a revival as well. I was unhappy with the way the story turned out originally and now that my skills have grown I hope to be able to give this project the quality it deserves. The original will remain up for those who wish to read it, but all future parts will be going off of this versio...
Author's Note: Okay, this one is literally just for shits and giggles. I will be writing sequels, but they too will be short and quick, however I will try to make them sweet as well. Warning: In later chapters there will be absurd breast expansion, futanari, extreme amounts of cum and lactation and anything else my messed up mind can conjure. Don't forget to...
Diane Sawyer did her best not to be noticed by any of the NBC news personnel, as she hurried through the backstage area. Some staffers passed her by; none seemed to notice her hiding behind large dark sunglasses. Taking quick peeks at the names on the doors to the dressing rooms, she found the name she was looking for. She felt the cold steel of her .44 Dese...
I have known Myna for just over seven years now. I can't tell you much about how we met, the times or locations of our twice or thrice yearly assignations, nor, for that matter, any details that might identify her in any way. Suffice it to say that Myna is not her real name and, despite the title I chose for this account, she is not actually a real nurse. M...
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...
Cindy woke up around noon one Saturday. She wasn't quite sure, but she believed it had been about four months since she had left Dan crying in their suburban dining room. She laid in bed remembering the oak table she'd polished once a month and dusted every Saturday. Their house sat on a quiet cul-de-sac in a neighborhood with a homeowner's association and...
If someone were to ask just who "she" was, I wouldn't be able to answer, as I hadn't the slightest clue. A hallucination? Some kind of angel? For the past five years, I would greet each morning with the last warm fingers of a dream clinging to my mind. I'd roll on my side, and lying next to me would be a girl of my age, but with beauty unmatched by anyone el...