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Screamingverse: Meat Grinder

by twistbluenova on Dec 24, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The Meat Grinder bore an appearance as brutal as it's reputation. An inelegant block of barely space worthy materials dripping in corrosion, blood, and terror as it trades in human flesh along the poorly defended, decaying, decadent border worlds of a failing empire. These are the tales of that frightful vessel... "Move your fat ass K6,' she smiles viciousl...

Another Little Quirk

by RD on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

Luck had deserted me, full stop. Tossing my hair off one shoulder, I watched his fingertips drum slowly and silently on the green felt of the tabletop. There was no point in looking up into his face, in confirming his faint smile while he studied my boobs. That was all right. No problem. Quite good, my boobs. But I could predict what he would suggest next --...

My Twisted Hobby

by Naked1 on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Most people have normal hobbies, I thought to myself, turning the Jeep a sharp left, and pulling in to the parking lot. But, then, I've never really been what you would consider normal, I guess. Grabbing my video camera from the passenger's seat beside me, I got out, locked the Jeep, placed the keys in the magnetic box, and clamped it under the driver's whe...

Roshni Ch. 06

by ab_man_nz on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

Roshni 06 - Sweat Late February. The hottest, most humid time of the year in Auckland. Roshni was working in the gift shop when I called in to see her. The first thing I noticed was the sheen of sweat on her brown face, then the light in her eyes as she saw me. "Hi!" she sang. Roshni's face was gorgeous beyond words. Eyes glittering black, like polished...

Body Parts

by RAMJET69 on Aug 31, 2017
Humor & Satire

There's a loud pounding on the hand-carved front door. Bradley Kane looks up from the Wall Street Journal. "Hey, open up in there!" a muffled voice shouts over repeated thuds. Brad crosses the lavishly decorated living room. He swings the door open and stares at the dark figure standing in the night shadows. The man is about twenty. Long, slicked-down ha...

Star Wars: Zoloz Sluts

by HandcuffGirl on Nov 19, 2018
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Authoress' note: The following story is a hypothetical sequel to Transformations, where Tahiri is kidnapped by outlaw swoop-bikers and turned into a biker slut. If I continue this storyline though, I'll probably disavow this story, and have Tahiri either not return to the Zoloz, or kill them. Feedback is always appreciated, public or private. Zoloz Sluts...

The Auction Ch. 01

by jillbird on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

Part 1 “But why an auction? It’s just making me into a prostitute!” Jill had her angry and hurt look; one, which Mark knew, meant she was about to dig her heels in. “No, it won’t!” Mark had to tread carefully now if he was going to get his beautiful wife to go along with the plan. “What it is, er, is instead of the old seedy thing of throwing the men’s car...

Kseniya the Beta Tester: Fuckcraft

by CherriSlut on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I was on the verge of my second orgasm of this particular battle when I hit hour twelve. At the sound of the soft beep, I forced my eyes open so I could take in the screen. Most of the picture was taken up with the picture of Stefanie, being held aloft by the Enderman as he pounded into her. There were two smaller screens, one showing a live feed camera of t...

In The Kitchen

by need2bspanked on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I lean against the wall, wine glass in one hand, as you talk about your day. Your movements are fluid as you peel and chop and taste. You pick up a small knife with a sharp serrated edge, swallow a mouthful of wine, then reach for a pepper and start slicing. The pepper is bright yellow - the colour that children pick to draw the sun - except for a blush of o...

In The Kitchen

by hump_me_bogart on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I lean against the wall, wine glass in one hand, as you talk about your day. Your movements are fluid as you peel and chop and taste. You pick up a small knife with a sharp serrated edge, swallow a mouthful of wine, then reach for a pepper and start slicing. The pepper is bright yellow - the colour that children pick to draw the sun - except for a blush of o...