"This floor's clear, Diane. We can go up to the top level," Stan muttered as they met at the stairway. It was an elegant mansion: a dacha for a party official in the Ceausescu regime. Built around an elegant, three story entryway featuring a crystal chandelier, the ample dwelling had space for a large retinue, but now it was rather empty with drop cloths cov...
There he hung, all those long painful years. There he hung, planning his revenge and waiting for this Halloween night, this very night to have his sweet revenge. The scarecrow had been placed in the field years earlier, made of all the things scarecrows normally are: a burlap bag for a head with buttons as eyes and stitching for a mouth, old farm clothes, a...
Okay, so the whole "heterosexual girl goes to college and experiments with lesbianism" thing is a cliché. I know that. But it's kinda my story. Although, if you had read the research done by Alfred Kinsey on human sexual behavior, it would become pretty much apparent that labels like "heterosexual" and "lesbian" are kinda dishonest and misleading. Million...
It's Friday night and I get ready to go out. The night is young and the streets are mine. I'm ready to out on the warpath and make someone pay for a certain injustice that was done to a friend of mine. I'm gonna do something that's very illegal and might cost me my life. It doesn't matter what happens. It needs to be done in the name of justice and revenge....
Liana's Guest (Part 1) [Non-Futa] ***** A pregnant Queen Liana lay sleeping in the master bedroom of the massive Royal Palace of Kujra. Covered in her fine silk sheets while lying in her comfortable featherbed, nothing could stir her. Six months it had been since Leo had won her from her family by besting her older brother in battle. A most savage battle,...
Beneath the purple and black sky of her home dimension a beautiful white haired maiden stared miserably at an iron face mask. She considered destroying it but she knew that wasn't really what she wanted to do and it wouldn't make her feel any better. The idea of destroying the man it belonged to had a certain thrill to it but that idea fled her mind as quick...
To hear this story, Click Here. * * * * * I am on a battlefield. A sword rests heavy in my hand. The weapon doesn't feel right, but the fiery speeches that Wallace spewed ignited an unknown fire deep in my bowels. I had to follow him into battle. But so many of us have died already that once green hills are now dark with the empty life of my countrymen....
January 1st. Two thousand and twenty. Twelve – o – one am. Was the night – the solitary moment – I died for the second time. In a bar awash with the scents of sweat, beer and vile deeds. In a town so drenched in its unforgivable actions it should have been a portal to Hell rather than a shit hole a few scant miles from middle-class suburbia. As the sear...
Whoever the scriptwriter is in my life is a sadistic bastard, and I'm considering firing them. It was another of those dreams in the first person, but I knew that "I" wasn't really me. I was some girl named Stephanie, typical cheerleader type but with brains. I was with this big jock type football and wrestler. He looked a lot like the jock guy from Ame...
After a two-hour drive through sleet and snow, the animal and I pulled up to my place around four in the morning. It hadn't moved except to snuggle closer when I would roll down the window to smoke. Inside, I found the animal to be a male puppy, short haired, square muzzled, gray brown in color, with paws...well, let's just say I was glad I wasn't going to...