(Inspired By "Surprise" by Imagination Station/Shyguy) (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) * Yes! The tumorous tube was the source of Eve's unexpected stimulation. As the twisted atrocity snaked through her moist tunnel, the tumors, boils, and warts passed over the sensitive nerves of her clit. It was better than any of her numerous dildos (collector'...
A sharp screeching was heard only moments later. The noises were like angry cats snarling at each other, followed by loud hissing. Suddenly, it sounded like a struggle was taking place around the two captive women. Vines loosened up and darted away, while the cat howls were heard from several directions at once. A soft whine was heard, which Mary instantly...
Lonely, lonely wasn't the world. Painful maybe, but lonely didn't encapsulate the way he really felt. He thought it was funny, a little sad maybe. "Sad" he thought, that the happiest times of his life were also the worst. He had better lodgings now, a better life, but the years of pain that defined him had now left him behind. Armond, grew up as so many youn...
“I’m having a contrary response to this you know.” “What response is that?” Wrapped warmly in his embrace I really did not want to rouse enough to think because thinking would stop the feeling and the feeling was so damn delicious. “Damned either way, I may as well have the fun if I am going to pay for it whether I have it or not.” And he kissed me. I...
This scenario was written in honour of a friend’s entrepreneurial scheme, his infectious obsession with the "sexual underclass" of New York and a sex toy known as the Real Doll. **************** "How many men have you fucked today?" "....9...?" "10. And it isn't noon yet. What does that make you?" "...a whore." "A fuck-ing ho." Bored female voice ove...
"Yes, Sir," she replied in response to whether she understood what I expected. "Look, I appreciate your respect but you don't need to refer to me with such formality. We have worked together for so many years and we are only five years apart," I replied. "I know, but that is just who I am," she replied. "No really, we know each other all to well," I prote...
I am writing this for woman, in the hopes that it will foster a greater understanding of us, the other sex of the species that crude and dimwitted biped you know as man. I know that women, all women, secretly believe that all men are somehow brain-damaged, just as all men secretly believe that women are at the heart of things like alcoholism and mental illn...
Things that remind me of you... Facetious – the word, as in I thought you were serious until you said "I was only being facetious." Not that I knew what the word meant. In my dictionary, that word has a picture of you next to it. Your mother recognizes all you're desperate displays And she watches as her babies drift violently away 'Til they see themsel...
This is part of a script for an exotic hypnotherapist and her foot-slave. I saunter my nakedness into the dinge of your room, as you lounge on the bed, your body equally exposed. There’s an apparent devilishness in the beam of your welcome - perhaps even the slight purse of your lips, expecting a kiss. I’m flattered. I’m charmed. I’m so tempted to meet my l...
Torrents of rain spattered against the 5th floor window on the dilapidated building on 51 Franklin Street. Water ran across the pidgin-shit white of the concrete exterior. Inside, a sleeping man tossed and turned, growing angrier and angrier. The weather in Boston had been terrible lately, and it did nothing to aid his sleep. The bags under his eyes were pro...