"On with the show Crystal" I say as I pass you the banana. You take the large fruit and start to lick it, making the yellow skin wet. You sink to your back on the table and try to swallow as much of the banana as you can. Inspired by our cheers and ribald comments you soon have most of it down your throat. "In your cunt now slut", shouts one of the other...
The pain was almost unbearable, but Ada was doing what she could to smile through the suffering, to give him that dreamy look of trust and love and encouragement that she had practiced so many times. This was what she wanted, what she had hoped and schemed for. A bit of pain and a few months until she showed, a scene with the Reverend Albin, her father—a sce...
Author's Note - This story is the result of several ideas that have been fermenting for many years in the back of my fevered imagination. It is my first submission so CONSTRUCTIVE comments are welcome, but please be kind. Special thanks are due to cockslave, without whom this tale would not have seen the light of day. I hope you enjoy it and please take the...
A collection of arcane and under-appreciated words for the edification, education, and entertainment of the reader. Definitions are included, along with clarification. Also, the word is used in a sentence, where appropriate, to indicate its proper usage in everyday language. NOTE: An asterisk (*) following a definition indicates that the word and definition...
Adam smiled. If the two women he shared a house with wanted to play strip poker who was he to argue yet being the gentleman he was he did ask if they were both absolutely sure they wanted to do this. They were, though of course the two bottles of wine the three had shared to celebrate their all getting through their vivas might have had something to do with...
This is my entry into the winter story competition. Please remember to vote and comment at the end! Have a wonderful holiday! * She slipped quietly to the communal garden atop aher building. It was quiet and cold. The white blanket of powdery snow seemed to dampen out the world. Even the busy street below was quite. Only the sound of her breath curling li...
Narissa called out sick for the next two days and didn’t go to class, which wasn’t so bad since it was a Thursday and Friday. She knew that she could scarcely afford to miss any classes with the way things stood, but she couldn’t go there with her face looking as if it had been hit by a bus either. For those two days and the weekend, she stayed in her room,...
Love is illogical. It's often found in the small moments where you are hit with the realization that the person in front of you matters more to you than anyone else. When they walk in from work and brush their lips to your forehead and pull you close. When you get in an argument and you realize you don't want to fight, you just want to make up. The fleeting...
Angela stepped off the curb and crossed her way over to the park. It was a warm, yet somewhat muggy night, which was uncommon for mid-April. Her long shirt hung widely and low which accentuated the width of her hips, but concealed the pudge of her belly that protruded over and rested on top of her waist. The way everything under her shirt appeared outwardly...
A Day to Forget Part 1: Morning He powered into her like a train. (Although as modern trains have electric motors, the brushes of which go round and round, rather than up and down, the metaphor is rather irrelevant for those who only have only ever seen electric or diesel locomotives. It wouldn’t be a train like the 18.30 service from Euston to Milton Key...