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Dead Girls Don't Cry All Souls Day 2008 Story Contest By Maggie Finson All Souls Day kind of sneaked up on Walt Hynes. With a soft, but insistent knocking at his front door at three AM. Turning over in his bed, unhappily without a partner, Walt groaned, stared at the bedside alarm clock and winced as the knocking at the front door got not only louder, but even more demanding. "All...
San Diego is a wonderful place, even in the winter. Thanksgiving and Christmas have a different kind of feel when you are surrounded by palm trees, beaches and beautiful women. The lack of snow, and cold weather is fine with me, after all, I live on a boat and have good reason to avoid miserable winters. The first time I was there was in the winter of 1975. My reason for being in San Diego that winter was simple. Eight weeks of fun and sun in the U.S. Navy recruit training station awaited me....
It was in the year of our lord, seventeen-twenty when the Lust sailed from her hideout, El Saqueo la Caleta. The day was sunny with fair winds. She was a one hundred fifty ton, eighty foot vessel that carried one hundred pirates. There were over twenty cannons and a very large cargo space.She had two masts and her main sail could be fitted with either square sails that were best in quartering wind, or fore-and-aft sails for sailing windward. The ship was also rugged enough to cross the Atlantic...
Historical. . . Prologue One hundred years ago, the war against the undead began. No one knows where it originated from, but a virus blossomed somewhere in the USA, spreading so fast that even trying to identify Ground Zero was a fruitless endeavor. The infected would lose all sense of sanity, their memories and feelings eclipsed by madness and a hunger for flesh. The disease took hold through access to the blood stream, most often through bite wounds, completely corrupting the host in a matter of...
THE DEAD KID The dead kid was late again today, and all the class knew what that meant. When the dead kid first showed up, nobody quite knew what to do with it. Debate raged up and down the school system. Meanwhile, the dead kid kept coming every day. So finally they let it stay. By this time, the class had noticed the pattern the dead kid followed. On good days, it came early, moved more smoothly, and acted much more, well, alive. Teachers swore they could almost see the person the...
HorrorThe Dead Kid Returns Part One: Beth's story The dead kid didn't show up for class again today, and nobody knew what that meant. When the dead kid first missed a day, the debate went up and down the schoolyard as to what might have happened to it. But as days went by, and still no sign of it, people started to forget that the dead kid had ever been there. Except one girl.. Her name was Bethany Ann Cooper, and she was there the day when the dead kid had first come to class....
HorrorIn my school years, friends drifted in and out. Fickle fate granted a lifelong few. Afterward, they were temporarily shipmates to a common port of call. Unloaded, we embark to our different shores.I was blessed with a lifelong friend, Julie. We met in grade school.What first attracted us? I can’t remember. I was a protean, rural, Asian of dark complexion who snuck on a public-school bus. She was a pedigree, urbane, freckled girl with almost translucent skin, driven to school from afar by her...
CheatingAs the Earth wheels through space, the vast majority of its inhabitants are oblivious to the eternal war that is about to be reignited. Equinox. Equilibrium - a deadly alignment. The enemy is massing. Not here in our world but in another place, another side that's not parallel, nor a shadow world, although it is dark. It's just… separate, misaligned; two worlds inhabiting the same location but oblivious of each other. Except for the special days of perfect symmetry, when night and day become...
SupernaturalCorvino's Defense of Homosexuality By Cal Y. Pygia Note: While it is true that not all transvestites are gay, many profess to be. In any case, this essay is likely to be of interest to many, regardless of their sexual orientation, and to members of the wider gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender community, many of whom have gay, lesbian, bisexual, and/or transgender friends themselves. In his essay, "Why Shouldn't Tommy and Jim Have Sex?," which appears in Contemporary Moral...
Sleepwalking By Morpheus I was just a sophmore in high school when I discovered my unusual talent. One night I said good night to my Mom and Dad, same as every night, then said good night to my sister Annie, who was a year older than me, again like I did every night, and went to bed. Nothing at all unusuall. But when I was sleeping, I think I had a rather strange dream, though I couldn't remember what it was once I woke up. Only an odd sense of drifting, perhaps of...
Better Than Dead By Eve Smith As I turned the corner the girl ran out into the road. I slammed on the brakes and hit her a glancing blow. As if in slow motion she span and then fell to the ground her head hitting a concrete post as she did. I looked through the side window of the car and saw the prone figure of the teenager. Slowly I opened the car door and got out and walked to the girl. I felt for a pulse, there wasn't one. She was dead. From the same trees that the girl had ran...
I discovered snuff porn and gore. God how I lived the blood and entrails while rape proceeded. I became consumed by it. I wanted to feel a woman’s intestines in my hands. But I knew I couldn’t. My father left on a business trip for a week. On the second night of his absence my mother told me she was not feeling well and needed to go to bed early. I went to my bed as well saying I was exhausted and might hit the hay early as well, but really I just wanted to watch some gruesome porn. Around...
*Also: These chapters do not contain any sex scenes, but are meant to introduce the characters, the setting, and the romance budding between them. This actually has a somewhat complicated plot by my standards, and there will be more erotic parts of the story in later chapters. I've gotten some hate for posting stories like these in the past because lots of people here would rather just jump right to the fucking without much character development. so if this isn't your cup of tea, leave...
Danni responded to Tammi's question, "For the third time we are going to a friend of mine's cottage. Actually it is more of a retreat than a cottage. And before you ask, we're not there yet." If she asks one more time, only two of us will make it to the retreat. Tammi stumbled on the uneven ground yet again. She caught herself on her hands preventing an injury, but her unwieldy tits popped out of her abbreviated top to hang swinging above the ground, the ground that went from scrub...
Danni responded to Tammi's question, "For the third time we are going to a friend of mine's cottage. Actually it is more of a retreat than a cottage. And before you ask, we're not there yet." If she asks one more time, only two of us will make it to the retreat. Tammi stumbled on the uneven ground yet again. She caught herself on her hands preventing an injury, but her unwieldy tits popped out of her abbreviated top to hang swinging above the ground, the ground that went from scrub...
This morning, somebody sent me a link and told me it was a good place to find Brazilian transsexuals. I guess my head was still a little bit fuzzy from last night’s binge on Viagra and hookers, so I immediately wanted to know, “How many is a Brazilian?” I understood my mistake as soon as I loaded up the front page of the aptly named Brazilian-Transsexuals. Oh, right! A Brazilian!So, how many is a Brazilian? Well, the digits at the top of the landing page at Brazilian-Transsexuals.com puts the...
Premium Shemale Porn SitesI had my arms wrapped around his corded thighs, my nose buried in his tightly coiled pubes, gazing up him as I sucked his cock. He palmed my head like a basketball with his huge chocolate colored hand, treating me like I was one of his pit bull pups as his breathing quickened. A throaty grunt was all the warning he gave me as several bursts of thick cum filled hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all down, my eyes never leaving his face, enjoying the slack look that was all he could manage...
Group SexJack Lisa’s slumber broke once again as the car swayed on one of the serpentine turns of the hilly road. She rubbed and palmed her eyes before she looked outside. The full moon was shining in its absolute glory and pacing beautifully along with the car. She took a deep breath and looked back at Jack who had been driving for almost all throughout the evening. “Good evening sweetheart and welcome back,” Jack said, without taking his eyes off the road. “How long do we have to keep on driving...
HistoricalDharkuntis council of advisers stared to the west, stunned, and some looked like they were still waiting for the Bhoreghan to rise anew. The Emperor’s emaciated face was expressionless, only the gleam in his watery grey eyes betrayed his emotions - anger. The silence was broken by the sound of applause, a solitary pair of hands clapping in a leisurely rhythm. Dharkuntis slowly turned and saw the High Priestess approaching. She was accompanied by a young amazon. “That was nicely done, why the...
DEAD You never know when, you never know where, and you never know how. You never know when, you never know where, and you never know how, but we all will die one day, some tragically, some unexpectedly, some peacefully, some prematurely, and some expectedly. It is inevitable. These are snippets of life and of death. Read on to realize what happened to others and you may discover what may happen to you. * The Tragic Death: Jenny was a pretty blonde girl, her thoughts were like everyone...
Introduction: Great Zombie Sexxx story living dead Home from war By Mary Looney Its hard having a military husband, its been three years now that William has been over seas. Lucy our daughter just had her fifth birthday and the only way they get to see each other is through webcam, pictures and letters its hard for me so see the hurt in Williams eyes when he sees how big shes gotten. Lucy asks me every day mommy when is daddy is coming home, how do you explain to a child that you dont know...
Introduction: Great Zombie Sexxx story living dead Home from war By Mary Looney Its hard having a military husband, its been three years now that William has been over seas. Lucy our daughter just had her fifth birthday and the only way they get to see each other is through webcam, pictures and letters its hard for me so see the hurt in Williams eyes when he sees how big shes gotten. Lucy asks me every day mommy when is daddy is coming home, how do you explain to a child that you dont know...
I live on one of the many islands off the Carolinas surrounded by a long stretch of very white, sandy beach. From the middle of June to the end of September, the hundred or so homes on the island are occupied by all sorts of the vacationers or party goers. By the beginning of October, the population on the island dwindles to less than ten and soon thereafter, to just one, me, as I am the only full timer living here. My house is a weathered sprawling mix of a house. Part Colonial, part Cape...
Three years teaching new marshals was both rewarding and frustrating. It ended just after the emperor stepped down and his granddaughter ascended to the throne. She was the one to swear the graduating class in. She had visited us many times while we were here. Sometime just to vent and try to get past my guard while sparing, other times it was to give advice or ask it. I glanced at Amanda in her civilian clothes and smiled as she kept feeling her pelvis, “Still want to wait to have it moved...
Le Cirque du Sexe Max and Martine left the hotel in the Bastille and headed for the Metro. Max clutched the copy of Pariscope they had bought earlier to check out some things to do. Coming across a page devoted to real live sex acts Max had asked Martine if she were interested. “Yeah, why not,” she had said. "Something different.” Neither of them had been to a show like that before and they were tired of the cultural trail, Notre Dame, the Louvre, Montmartre and Sacre Coeur, les Bateaux...
Straight SexThe Living vs the Dead Blood trickled from Dominion’s slit fingers, sliding across the floor of his office at the prison and forming two separate puddles. As with all of his creations, two great shapes rose up from the puddles like they were gateways to Hell. Granted living flesh and blood bodies, a man and woman kneeled before him. The man was a goliath, a bone structure that would suggest gigantism, but much more stable and natural. He wasn’t made in mankind’s image, but in the image of...
By Mary Looney Its hard having a military husband, its been three years now that William has been over seas. Lucy our daughter just had her fifth birthday and the only way they get to see each other is through webcam, pictures and letters its hard for me so see the hurt in Williams eyes when he sees how big she’s gotten. Lucy asks me every day mommy when is daddy is coming home, how do you explain to a child that you don’t know when daddy will come home and when he does come home it...
By Mary Looney Its hard having a military husband, its been three years now that William has been over seas. Lucy our daughter just had her fifth birthday and the only way they get to see each other is through webcam, pictures and letters its hard for me so see the hurt in Williams eyes when he sees how big she’s gotten. Lucy asks me every day mommy when is daddy is coming home, how do you explain to a child that you don’t know when daddy will come home and when he does come home it...
The Dead Kid Returns Part 2: The New Kid The new kid came into the class, and almost nobody noticed. When the new kid had first shown up, there had been the usual introductions, but almost immediately after, the new kid seemed to fade into the background, forgotten. Except one girl, who watched the new kid move, and wondered. Her name was Bethany Ann Cooper, and she was regarded as a bit odd, because she once said that she remembered a time when a dead kid had come to the...
‘Sometimes I think about how odd it would be to catch a glimpse of the future, a quick view of events lying in store for us at some undisclosed date. Suppose we could peer through a tiny peephole in Time and chance upon a flash of what was coming up in the years ahead? Some moments we saw would make no sense at all and some, I suspect, would frighten us beyond endurance. If we knew what was looming, we’d avoid certain choices, select option B instead of A at the fork of the road.’ These words,...
IncestObergefreiter Schroeder ran through the forest, most of the Mann's had given up. Not Schroeder. Nor his three top officers, Sturmbannführer's, Amsel, Fleischer, and Faust, who ran behind him armed with MP-40's. Faust turned around hearing the Americans drawing closer. He fired his MP-40, the weapon firing in a series of *pops* as fire was returned through the thick fog of the forest, except fast and furious. A thompson. "Surrender!" an American voice cried, "Fock you american...
DEAD HEROES by MAGGIE FINSON Chapter One Awakenings Taizu swam slowly to wakefulness, prodded by the coldly insistent, metallically hard voice within her head. COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS ON LINE. Her thoughts were slow, reluctant, floundering through the murky currents of a mind mired in shadowy dreams of death and pain. Fighting to flee those non-memories, her mind thrashed in terror. Uncaring, the sexless, cruelly emotionless line of glittering words caught her thrashing...
Le Cirque du Sexe Max and Martine left the hotel in the Bastille and headed for the Metro. Max clutched the copy of Pariscope they had bought earlier to check out some things to do. Coming across a page devoted to real live sex acts Max had asked Martine if she were interested. “Yeah, why not,” she had said. ‘Something different.” Neither of them had been to a show like that before and they were tired of the cultural trail, Notre Dame, the Louvre, Montmartre and Sacre Coeur, les Bateaux...
Doctor Dee is Dead Copyright Oggbashan October 2012The 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.*************************************************My life was a boring routine. I was trying to finish my PhD, financing myself with part-time work as a tutor and senior...
Book Two: Rogue's Wicked Harem Part Eight: Deadly Shadows By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this. Chapter Twenty-Two: Ambush Aingeal – The Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch My elation turned to dust as Kora collapsed. Something black thrust out from beneath her breasts beside her amulet. An owl hooted above. Her blood soaked into the pink of her robes. Violent convulsions wracked her body. Foam bubbled on her lips. I struggled to...
“Dude, you gotta see this,” Pat said. “Fresh meat.”I rolled my eyes. There were several ways of coping with being constantly surrounded by death and putrefaction, the perks of working in the morgue-slash-autopsy of the forensics department. Pat just had this way of calling me over for every new delivery, as I called them, with the excitement of a kid on its eighth birthday party piñata.I had to cut him some slack, though, as he was the new guy and was still trying to get his stomach used to...
HorrorIvanova’s eyes lit up when the door to her apartment opened. It was 11pm. She knew that only Mira Destovsky had a key and she hoped this meant that she was about to feel the kiss of the whip or the cane that hung on a hook behind her bedroom door. Mira came into the large, sparsely furnished lounge and shrugged off her long, black leather coat. Beneath it she wore tight, also black leather trousers and a black silk shirt. They spoke as always in Russian when alone. “Pour me a drink.” Ivanova...
LesbianThe Dead Kid Returns chapter 8: The House of Grief Someone once said,"Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do." Once Bethany had cried for a while, she realized the truth of that statement. She resolved that no matter what it took, she'd help her friend recover from whatever had happened to her to make her what she was. If only she could figure out how. After school on Monday, she...
Dana flicked her wrist, causing the sword to unfold itself just in time to parry the first attack. Tasia had leapt across the balcony, easily clearing two deck chairs in the process, and the swords scattered sparks as one blade slid off the other. “Where did you get that?” Tasia demanded. The knight was pressing hard, and if not for her recent feeding, Dana would have been easily toppled. The two of them clashed, and Dana twisted her blade, keeping them locked up. “I’m just full of...
Salem was never this good. Witches of the northeast have not only survived, they have thrived and evolved. Their great dark magick gives them ulitimate power over all men. And the men actually love giving all they can give for Gina the goddess. ***************************************************************** Before today, she has lived every fantasy. Except one. At 20, Gina is at her peak of perfucktion. Roller-blading has shaped her legs and ass to be even more equisite than her...
FetishShadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. In this chapter...Change This is the chapter some of you have been waiting for! Monday March 26, 6:05 am Poe cottage With Monday's dawn, I helped Nikki down the hallway to the showers and she seems to be feeling better emotionally today. Maybe it was that little jaunt to San Francisco or the lessons on Elvin mother's songs? But I hope it keeps up...
Dead Ringer by Torrent In this sequel to "Jewels in Her Crown ," thedeadly dildo finally gets a workout — and a familiar blonde's gooseis cooked. -------- The card attached to the gift box was brief: "Wearit. See you at 6." Samantha Guilfoyle smiled. It was just like him, she thought. A man of fewwords. Big, strong, handsome, and with the dick of a champion bull. She wasa sucker for — and of — big dicks. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside, nestled in...
Dan and Vicki had only been married for 4 and a half years when they attended what would turn out to the most significant office party they ever experienced. This was before Dan made his fortune, and both of them were rich enough to retire young. He was already prospering, but the millions had not quite rolled in. Vicki was working at a medical office, where she did mostly boring, clerical work, when one of her co-workers caught her eye. His name was Larry, and he seemed to return the interest....
FetishHaving stopped a robbery of a nearby Antique Store, Susan Storm is rather pleased with herself having done another good deed for the day. Deciding to help the kind, old man who owns the store Susan comes across an interesting piece among the knick-knacks is a seven-headed dragon a common depiction of the seven deadly sins. Something about this odd little statue speaks to her picking it up she decides to purchase it. "I'd like to purchase this statue if you don't mind." Susan asks the Store...
If anybody's got a stomach for really bad news, brace yourselves. Andrei, you're up. Tell 'em what you've learned." Mike dropped heavily into his chair, motioning the big Russian intelligence operative to stand and speak. "Dah. It is not good, what we have dug out. We have a plot with roots extending from Iraq to Syria to Libya, reaching down to Central Africa. It combines religious warfare and biological terrorism. A poison developed by that disgraced dictator who hid himself in a...
bitch who was the absolute curse of my life. The dry wind blew out of the south, a hot tongue of dryness that tried to suck any moisture from any thing it touched. I had miles to go just to reach the border of her forest, then I had to struggle even more miles through the thick tangle of under brush. It was going to be tough going considering I couldn't really run now, not after what she'd done to me, plus the fact I couldn't really let anyone see me. Me? I'm Tyrome Greenstick,...
-Evelyn Waugh, “Vile Bodies” *** "I hate that song." Andrew was talking to himself, but the girl next to him gave him a dirty look anyway. “I thought you liked the classic sound?” "Not this classic. I can't believe they're really playing this." "Well don't stick around for it on my account," she said. The girl (what was her name again? Hannah?) seemed edgy and he knew she wanted to go dance, but since he'd paid for her drink politeness demanded she at least stand...
We won’t tell him. Ever. He has been so limitlessly sad since Julian died. There is nothing to do but stay next to him and hope he gets over it soon. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn’t been under doctor’s care, we don’t know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns holding him at night, trying to keep him warm. But even in the hottest nights of mid-summer, he is freezing and is like ice. So you can...
I had been dead three years when I pretended not to notice the man drop a pill into my white wine, but that didn't stop him from trying. It hadn't stopped the other six hundred and sixty five men who were intent on courting me in this bizarre and ungentlemanly manner and it wouldn't stop the next man or the next. My afterlife was an endless cycle of man after man. The same dirty tricks, the same wretched result. It was fascinating how repetitive it all was. There was almost nothing to keep me...
I had been dead three years when I pretended not to notice the man drop a pill into my white wine, but that didn't stop him from trying. It hadn't stopped the other six hundred and sixty five men who were intent on courting me in this bizarre and ungentlemanly manner and it wouldn't stop the next man or the next. My afterlife was an endless cycle of man after man. The same dirty tricks, the same wretched result. It was fascinating how repetitive it all was. There was almost nothing to keep me...
I had been dead three years when I pretended not to notice the man drop a pill into my white wine, but that didn't stop him from trying. It hadn't stopped the other six hundred and sixty five men who were intent on courting me in this bizarre and ungentlemanly manner and it wouldn't stop the next man or the next. My afterlife was an endless cycle of man after man. The same dirty tricks, the same wretched result. It was fascinating how repetitive it all was. There was almost nothing to keep me...
The Dead Kid Returns: Chapter 4: Phase Two Beth decided that it was time for Phase two of her plan to help the new kid. One Thursday, as they read together in the park, she asked, "Could we get together on Saturday? Maybe you could come over to my house?" "Or I could come to yours," she added. "I'll ask," the new kid said softly. The next morning, the new kid said to her, "You can come over Saturday, if you want to." "I do." The new kid gave her the address and a phone...
The Dead Kid Returns; Chapter 7: "I think I'm a girl" "I think I'm a girl." Beth debated how to respond to that. Should she act surprised? But that felt wrong, so she said, "I've... seen her in you." "You mean .... I'm not crazy?" "I wouldnt say that...." Beth then looked at the expression on the new kid's face. "I'm joking. You're not crazy. I've seen her." "Really? But .... what do I do?" "I .... I dont know. But I want to be your friend, regardless." "Thanks." the new...
All the men died. The first time a man was asleep after a particular instant -- January 29, 2012, 8:37pm GMT -- he stopped breathing and died. A billion or so men in Asia just never woke up. Sleepless wives found themselves lying next to corpses in the dark, while better sleepers made the discovery by daylight. By the time the pattern was clear, another billion men faced a cruel end -- whenever they couldn't hold their eyes open any longer, they would die. Along with the anguish came a...
Eight months I have taken to cross this vast land. I had no conception of the vast land this continent was. Looking at a map of Australia one never realises the vast distances there is between towns, well a few houses clustered together in this land is called a town. Now here I was standing on the escapement looking down at the City of Perth. In the East I was told it was just a hick town, no night-life and the kangaroos run all over the streets. In the distance I could see the outline of tall...
Change in Plans “This is absolutely horrifying,” Dana said, looking at her left shoulder. She was lying on her back on an operating table, and the skin of her shoulder was splayed open like an ominous dissection to reveal the musculature underneath. Hunched over her stomach was an unconscious man in his sixties, his glasses askew on his face. “If I was still alive, I would never eat chicken again.” Lily stood over them both. She had one hand on the man’s forehead, her thumb and pinky on his...
The Oracle The last time Dana had broken into a top secret Order facility, she developed severe heavy metal toxicity, took a bullet in the head, and went on a trip through time in an Elder god’s filthy mouth. She would have felt more apprehensive about this go around if she hadn’t found herself staring at a map of the facility as well as a couple of detailed pictures of the Oracle chamber that Zel had drawn up after letting Lily into her dreams to see it. Dana was in Eulalie’s room again,...
That particular night she met "Deathmaster," a man in the role playing room who talked about killing the women he fucked while they were in the middle of orgasmic pleasure. The idea turned Sally on so much that she had three powerful orgasms from masturbation while they chatted. Deathmaster and Sally agreed to meet again the following night, and he succeeded once more to inflame her with his stories about deadly sex. By the third night they had exchanged e-mail addresses, and not long after...