A/N: This is a fun/dumb story that shouldn't really be taken too seriously. Edit: I made some edits to the story in order to make it make a little more sense. Edit 2: I made some changes to the premise to allow for more options and interesting plotlines. In a world similar to ours, a strange law has been passed: women can't wear anything on their lower half,...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * Years ago, a Halloween tradition used to b...
Gina: Happy Birthday Gina lied. The happy babble of the normal kids stuffed into the campus coffeehouse pressured Gina like water on a diver too deep. Gina loathed these anesthetized idiots. Their cheerful eyes accused her, their frivolous mania smothered her, and their oblivious chatter trampled her fragile confidence into the mud of their privileged, inan...
Emilia Clarke was on her way to work; shooting Game of Thrones. She was headed to her make-up artist when a star-stuck crew-guy called her name. She turned around to look at him. He was cute. She looked down and saw a bulge in his pants. He blushed heavily. "I was told to bring you this," he said with a nervous voice. "It's a new necklace for Khaleesi!" Em...
A wise man once said that bitches need fucking the way dudes need purpose and power. I think he was right. That's why, as a man, I seek power and fuck bitches as much as I can. Doing my part to support the species, you know. My name is Charlemagne Antoine and I'll be your tall, good-looking and well-endowed, uncircumcised Haitian-American hustler for the eve...
Morning comes. How I loathe that light. I am lying in bed next to my boyfriend Nigel Geralds. Listening to his heartbeat. It is such a comforting sound. Especially given the fact that my own heart doesn't beat. I look at him as he sleeps. He's a really lovely man. Five feet eight nine tall, slender, with bone-white skin, and curly dark brown hair that's slig...
Jovita and Hanna strolled through the Metropolitan Museum of Art to the exhibit on Ancient Egypt. One the way there, Jovita expressed her excitement to Hanna. "Today, we're going to see the history of your ancestors." Hanna gently disagreed, "My ancestors are Jewish, not Egyptian. The Met doesn't bother showing Jewish culture, because the Jews never establi...
It's a small one, but not bad for the first ten minutes, thought Char, tucking the gemstone into her cleavage. Her Mining Guild uniform, as a necessity, was low cut, exposing a deep line in her bosom. As she put the stone between her breasts, the familiar tingling sensation flared up, then abated seconds later. She looked down, barely noticing a change. With...
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. It felt silly to smile at your own reflection, but the person who greeted her in the mirror wasn't the person she knew. She looked so very, very different. Almost other worldly. But, the outfit is missing something. It's too formal. It's too sombre. It's a little too demure. She needed something to give the outfit...
Leilani drank from the cool refreshing glass of water kitten offered her, grateful for a chance to cleanse her mouth of the taste of brian's semen. As she remained kneeling, she felt kitten unbuckle her and carefully divest her of the double dildo and belt. A slight shudder coursed through her as she felt how excited kitten's touches made her. Michael, in t...