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I wasn't just a little nervous; I was in absolute panic over the unknown that I was about to face. My name is John and I'm a freshman at Grayson College. Most people haven't heard of Grayson, but it's existed for over fifty years. The college is located in the Northeast and has demanding entrance requirements—top grades in high school, very high SAT scores, extra curricular activity a definite plus. The only exception to their purely quantitative admission criteria is that past family...
Humans once believed they were alone in the universe. They were wrong. Despite a long standing history of conspiracies and so called evidence of UFOs and extraterrestrial life, most of this was either a hoax, or a legitimate confusion over something much more tangible. Despite this fact there was no denying alien life, when the first wave struck. Early 2015; low flying UFOs managed to evade radar detection and drop large metallic canisters in urban settings. These devices were the first attack...
Men around her. Her, naked and collared on the floor, her lips snarling and her eyes fluttering. Drugs swimming through her veins and her cunt throbbing. Cameras around her, the world watching. They were going to destroy her. Omega felt her heart skip a beat and she knew, if it all ended now, she was where she was supposed to be. ___ She smiled. Her eyes fluttered. “Beat me,” she whispered. They stepped forward, silent. “Fucking beat me,” she screamed. Closer now. Still, they said...
Friday, July 10, 2009, 10:00PM Tricia got out of the car noticing that she was feeling much better. She was more relaxed, no longer riding the adrenaline rush, and no longer panicked by the attack. Instead, she was excited at her success. For she had found Joey Harper, Omega Boy, the sidekick and secret behind the legendary Omega Man, and she had exclusive access to him. She watched the boy with some pride as he eagerly scoped out the restaurant, absent-mindlessly licking his lips in...
Over the rest of the week, life had completely transformed for Tricia, Annie, and Joey. Tricia and Joey recuperated quickly thanks to Snow Angel’s healing abilities and they both made complete recoveries. Tricia’s head and neck wounds were simple to heal, and she was out of the neck brace by the next day. Joey got his full-blood transfusion, but needed more work on his heart, lungs, and muscles. Dr. Booth worked closely with Snow Angel on these. It did not take long for Tricia to be...
Tristan Northam was the most intimidating man—no, wolf, in Howls Grove. Of course, not everyone knew that he was in fact, a werewolf, and not just any werewolf… Alpha of the wolves. At twenty-five years old, he had lost all his beloved family members when they were abducted from their home one night by wolf hunters. They were transported and taken to an underground laboratory where a series of horrific experiments were conducted until they inevitably died. Tristan was the only survivor because...
Gay MaleSaturday, July 11, 2009, 8:00AM Tricia awoke that morning with vague memories fading from what had to be a very sexual dream. All she remembered was she was on a very long train going though a tunnel. She blinked at the light coming in her bedroom window, sat up, stretched, and took a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma coming from the coffee brewing in their automatic coffee maker. She got up, yawned, stumbled towards her bathroom, turned on the light, and shuddered as she saw herself in...
Even though the sun is shining bright outside your window and the children are happily playing in the streets, you can't seem to muster up the energy to put a smile on your face. Today is the day that you are going to be forced to grow up and leave your childhood home, only to go to the Facility, where you are going to be forced to find a mate to breed with. You're not happy about it because, if you don't find one within the year you stay there, you have no choice but to mate and bond with...
Wyoming/Ute IGT, Omega Seven By: Malissa Madison Looking out the windows we could see the different people as they stood or sat in vehicles watching us as we drove by. Some looked like they were really surprised at seeing so many of us. There were now forty trucks including both the Tin Cans, plus we weren't sure how many more would be joining us in the other convoy. I know that TooTall was busy looking for his Brother and Uncles trucks as we reached the edge of the city. I knew...
It happened when I was at the peek of my gullible no stage. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. But like they always say "boys will be boys". It's no secret that I stay hard. I can't help it even if I wanted to. It's just girls are so hot and sexy now days and you see them walking around in those (single most greatest creation ever made) leggings/yoga pants all the time. But that's beside the point. So my best friend tell's me that he did some lines of this fine looking girl and got...
Strum-dum, Strum-da-da Dum! Acknowledgments and Afterword I’d like to thank several people for assistance in this book. First, my proofreaders, Bozo, Greg, Ryan, and Steve. You find the strange little mistakes that I couldn’t see, and gave me confidence when you couldn’t find mistakes. To Lexi, Annie’s sister, for your story of confidence and vulnerability. To SpacerX, for unabashed assistance and advice. To Michael Wex, author of the book “Just Say Nu: Yiddish for Every Occasion (When...
The bedroom door closed, and she ceased to be Elena. Silence, but for her breath, heavy now. Darkness. Nothing else. Her skin teased her with sensitivity. The skin on her back, where Jack had written in Sharpie, was still chilled by moist ink, drying in the cool air. Her thighs tickled themselves and she knew, somewhere within her remaining tethers to reality, that the cocktail of ecstasy and hallucinogens Jack fed her earlier were building to their full force. How long had it been? She...
Pain. You feel a shock. Your heart beats. You cough, your lungs trying to evacuate the fluid within. You cough again and take a shallow breath. You try to open your eyes but the dim light is blinding. You feel damp and slimy. The bottom of the tube you are in opens and you fall about three feet into a chair. You attempt to open your eyes again. The world is blurry. There are six other people in the room. A hologram appears in the center of the room. This is your official debriefing. The seven...
Have you ever seen that painting technique where the picture is made up of thousands of tiny dots of various sizes, and it only looks like a complete picture from a distance? Pointillism, I think it is. Well imagine the technique come to life. Twice. I've met them. Not only were they freckled to the point of unreality, as though the small bronze spots were the basic building blocks of their faces, but the two of them were identical. Not just genetically, but intellectually, aesthetically,...
The cell phone chirped on the desk. Simon Riley looked up from his laptop and squinted at the small screen. He didn't recognize the number, but he answered it anyway. "Hello? Simon here." "Simon. It's Joey." His voice was hushed and strained. "Joey!" He glanced at the number again. "Where you calling from?" "A pay phone outside the school." "We still have pay phones?" He rolled his desk chair towards the window and peered out across the street, trying to see his friend....
SLASH! Sarah flinched and shrieked as Armory sliced the massive blades right through her body. He stabbed through her chest, straight into the ground behind her, and she cringed and winced, pushing her fading ability to the limit, turning almost transparent in the process as the razor-sharp swords passed harmlessly through her. SLASH! SLICE! WHOOSH! SLICE! Armory growled and grunted as he repeatedly attacked her, swiping his blades and claws uselessly through the phantom girl. "What the...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009, 3:15 AM “Doors closing!” said the familiar female voice. BING-BONG! Tricia looked up from her Blackberry and saw the doors on the Metro train sliding shut. “Shit!” she cried out, and she jumped off the concrete bench and ran to the train. The doors closed before she could reach it, and the train started moving, leaving without her. She stamped her foot in frustration. “Fuck!” She turned about and looked at the underground station. It was large but empty. She was...
Friday, July 17, 2009, 11:00 AM The tunnel reverberated with the screaming. Tricia, Annie, and Joey were shrieking and crying as they plummeted through the fiery shaft. The walls were covered in flames, and they could see faces formed in the flames, faces screaming in their own agonies. The solid fire whip that wrapped around Tricia’s and Annie’s bodies cut hard into Tricia’s stomach, and she clawed at the mystical bonds, trying to free herself. She couldn’t find a break in the whip. All...
Sunday, July 19, 2009, 6:00 AM Annie rolled into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving Tricia and Joey in a stunned silence. It was all because Joey had just asked if he could sleep with Annie, and Annie had said ‘No’. He looked down to the floor. Shame crept over his face. “I’m sorry...” he started. “I ... I don’t know ... What just happened?” he asked Tricia in horror. Tricia waved to him, not taking her eyes off the hallway where she last saw her roommate. “You did...
Monday, July 20, 2009, 7:30 AM BING-BONG “Doors opening,” said the familiar female voice. Tricia was sitting on the concrete bench, holding her head between her legs, and staring at the comforting terracotta colored hexagonal tile floor that was ubiquitous in Metro. She carefully lifted her head, conscious of the fact that the last things she felt were her neck snapping and her skull breaking. There was no pain now, but her head felt loose, like it was just recently attached, and not very...
After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affiliated with Sigma Omega Sigma, judging by their dress. Yes, my blindfold was removed before theirs. I looked at the group and realized...
ORIGIN: SPACER REPUTATION: SOLE SURVIVOR CLASS: ENGINEER --- Maisie Shepard was making her way through the Normandy to the cockpit. Her mood was already sour; she hated this horribly. The whole flight here she was grumbling to herself about why she was chosen for this mission. She wasn’t a well-trained soldier or a powerful biotic. All she was was a little engineer. She didn’t have any command experience, and was always unsure of herself. Sure, she’d taken several classes in her studies -...
The following story is just that - a story - fiction. As such, all characters are fictitious and any similarities to persons living or deceased are purely coincidental. Some research has been done for authenticity and so I didn't screw it up too bad. Just so I don't receive nasty-grams from any WWII vets, the Balao class submarine, keel number 353, was never built. No military missions of this sort actually occurred in the areas at the dates specified. Furthermore, I hold the highest...
This is a sex story about a CBI officer Menaka’s secret mission. Menaka aged 26 is from Chennai from a middle-class family and got married to an Engineer. Her husband is an IT engineer aged 29. She got married before 2 months and had no sex life with his husband. Since she told her husband that she needs a gap for some months. So her husband agreed to it. Menaka is a beautiful girl with milky color and with a shape of 36-28-34. She has a well-shaped body with huge breasts with pink erect...
This story is about neha,a simple girl from Punjab who has been a brave girl all through her life..she belongs to a middle class family and right from her school days she had been good at sports..Which helped her have a well toned figure.Like any other Punjab girl,she has mass at the right places making her a beautiful young lady..She was always approached by guys but she was not in favour of having sex before marriage..After her exploits in sports,she was offered a job by the Punjab police and...
Benny lived in the fictional Latin American country of Val Verde, a sunny paradise but also a developing country where a brutal inequality existed, Benny himself was raised in the big city of New York and was extremely street smart and wise for a latin boy in his late 20's. Benny could only dream of having sex with the fair daughters of the rich bastards that came to use and exploit the natural water springs close to where he lived, not that Benny didn't have enough sluts to play with from his...
By Jax_Teller It was Aglom 32.870 and I was just getting underway with the retrofitted space craft Deflax. As a corporation Morox had spent a lot of money to repair this old ship, bringing her up to date and they had done some inventive upgrades. I took the job as Captain because this ship had a better than not chance of completing its mission. Often these journeys lost crews along the way and continued on remote for years before a new crew caught up with the ship. Often during...
She stood before a mirror in a hotel lobby, her heart fluttering, her breath short. Soon, everything would be different. She would be different. She had no idea. But even then, there, she knew she was changing. Sure, she’d always been a slut. She’d even always been a touch submissive. She loved fucking, of course. But that was just it: she loved fucking, and so she got fucked. She didn’t yet love that people loved fucking her. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite...
I felt my sister’s warm body. We were on a mattress on the floor under the covers. The warmth was spreading into the cold feathers and getting reflected back to us. I was caught in a dilemma of feeling her body, relaxing into the warmth of bedding, and pulling away from my own blood, getting physically too close. The door yanked open. Our mother stormed in. She ripped me up to standing and out of the room by my hand. Standing dazzled and receptive for the surely coming admonition, I saw her...
Their black eyes shimmered as a dark terror rendered him immobile. An existential cry for help drowned in the deluge of panic that filled his mind. His paralysed vocal chords felt so numb and useless, and his leaden limbs refused to move.Forward they advanced, self-assured with each step, their impassive faces certain they had their transgressor. Digging deep, the tardy swell of adrenaline fuelled his need for flight. He turned and ran; his sluggish legs moved but felt disconnected and...
Supernaturalγαμήθηκα με αράπη που γαμάει σε τσόντεςΕίμαι η Φώφη και θέλω να σας πω την ερωτική μου ιστορία. Όλα ξεκίνησαν πριν από 4 χρόνια όταν μετακόμισα στην Νέα Υόρκη λόγω επαγγελματικών υποχρεώσεων. Η εταιρεία στην οποία εργαζόμουν στην Αθήνα άνοιξε υποκατάστημα εκεί και μου πρότειναν να αναλάβω θέσω βοηθού διευθυντού. Φυσικά και δέχτηκα αφού τα λεφτά ήταν τριπλάσια από αυτά που έπαιρνα εδώ. Τα αγγλικά μου είναι τέλεια και πλέον μετά τον χωρισμό μου με τον γκόμενο τίποτε δεν με κρατούσε στην...
Υπόθεση: Αυτό το τρίο φαίνεται αχόρταγο, το ίδιο και ο μικρός που είναι μόνιμα καυλωμένος…Η ιστορία:Έμεινα λίγο στο κρεβάτι, αναπολώντας τις προηγούμενες μέρες.. Δεν μπορούσα να πιστέψω ακόμα όλα αυτά που είχαν γίνει. Από το πουθενά, χωρίς να το έχω σχεδιάσει, χωρίς καν να το έχω σκεφτεί ποτέ πριν, είχα γαμηθεί χωρίς καμία συστολή. Από εκεί που δεν το περίμενα, έμαθα ότι μου άρεσε τρελά να γαμιέμαι. Όσο πιο πρόστυχα, τόσο καλύτερα. Όσο τα σκεφτόμουν αυτά, καύλωνα τρελά. Τόσο που όταν ξαναμπήκα...
My wife had a young friend hat had been invited to a frat party. We realized it was a Halloween party and we took up the offer to join him.Jerry got sick that afternoon, but since we were going to join him there and drive separate, we already had our invites in hand.Peg was excited and said we can meet some more young guys and Jerry won't be hovering and jealous like he was at the pig roast.We got there around 9:30 and since it was supposed to start at 8:30, we knew it would be in swing...
Ήμουν στή αγορά όταν έλαβα ένα μήνυμα στο κινητό μου: «Δεν θα έρθω σπίτι, εσύ όμως θα πας να ντυθείς σαν πουτάνα και θα έρθεις στο σκάφος στις οκτώ το βράδυ». ήταν από τον 60´άρη πού τραβιέμαι. τον έxω μάθει τωρα και μονολόγισα. τι έκπληξη με περιμένει? σύγουρα πολλά καυλιά!να Με ξεφτιλίζουν...Ανυπομονούσα να έρθει η ώρα να πάω στο σκάφος. Πήγα σπίτι, φόρεσα δικτυωτές κάλτσες, ένα φόρεμα το οποίο ήταν κοντό, στράπλες που έπιανε κάτω από το στήθος μου και άφηνε τα βυζιά μου έξω, εκτεθειμένα,...
N'Korra had watched as the humans recklessly used their natural resources, not caring if they destroyed the planet. At the same time, humans waged war with one another over the most trivial of matters. So she had gone to the high intergalactic council and demanded they let her find a solution. The council had been reluctant, being very knowledgeable about the human race. There wasn't a sentient species in the known universe that wasn't aware of the problems humans presented, especially as...
John had ended up covering the girl with his cum, which she made no move to clean off. She just promised that she would be doing this again and then she jogged off. "What was going on with her", John wondered as he drove. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a siren behind him. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car. He sighed and pulled over, berating himself for not focusing on the road, then looked in his side mirror,...
As he took his place at the front of the class, each student looked at him with anticipation, their books open, ready to learn. He told them all to read the next three chapters, which they all did immediately. Except for Ellie, who walked up and stood in front of him as he sat at his desk. Ellie was a cute little brunette, with long dark hair that hung down her back; brown eyes that looked innocent and were filled with curiosity; full lips that gave John no end of lewd fantasies. Then there...
John jerked his head back and forth, looking all around his room for any signs of danger. However, he was alone and soon he began to calm, although he knew that he wouldn't be returning to sleep. He looked over at his nightstand clock and saw that it was only four in the morning, two hours before he normally woke. He sighed and got out of bed, trying to shake away the memory of the dream. "Weird, having the same dream two nights in a row", he said to himself as he walked to bathroom to...
She saw that one of John's students, one of the girls he had fucked yesterday, was leaving his home. With the girl were two adults, who V'Sharra assumed were the girl's parents. Both the mother and the daughter appeared to have been well fucked, much to V'Sharra's pleasure. She rewound the current recording and watched the events of the past several hours. "It appears John has discovered that he can consciously use his powers", she noted as she watched John speaking to the parents by...
"Who are you", John demanded and V'Sharra felt his powers pushing into her mind, disabling any thought of defense, although she was aware it was happening. "My name is V'Sharra", she said. "What are you doing here", John asked, although he suspected he knew the answer. "I'm monitoring you", V'Sharra said, hating that she couldn't stop herself from answering. John discovering the truth meant that the entire experiment could be in jeopardy. "Why are you watching me", he said...
John walked over to her and slid his hand into her pocket, pulling out a small white oval with a single button on it. "What is this", he asked, looking into N'Korra's eyes. "It sends a distress signal to my ship", she said, her eyes filled with fear. She could feel John's mind overpowering hers, forcing her to submit to him. "Get rid of this", John said, handing the device to V'Sharra. She took the oval from him and left the room as John turned back to look at N'Korra. "How are...
Dear Reader, Like you, I too am a huge fan of SpacerX's epic erotic fantasy "Six Times a Day." And like all other fans, I find myself getting just a little impatient about a month or so after a part comes out, wondering when the next part is going to come out. Of course I fully understand that the story does take a lot of time and effort for him to produce, and every moment that passes only increases the quality of the work when it does eventually come out. So I try to be...
Crystal McKnight quietly crept out of his bedroom, tip-toed through the living room, and headed towards his kitchen. It was still dark inside the apartment, but there was enough of the bright morning light seeping through the heavy curtains for her to make her way through his man-cave. The twenty-year old girl was clad only in a large men's dress shirt that draped like a tent over her nude body. The shirt still smelled of him, and she luxuriated in the drench of his scent. Her bare legs...
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" They were back home. It was many hours later, and Tricia had spent most of them dealing with the police, EarthGuard, the hospital, the Myer's Institute, and the parents of the three other boys whom Joey had fought. And she was in a scary and foul mood. She towered over the boy as he sat on the couch. Betty Collins from Child and Family Services sat next to him taking notes on her clipboard, and wore a mixed expression of concern and smugness. "I...
Tricia dropped the empty bucket and scrub brush on the floor, and then stared at Joey expectantly. It was early Tuesday morning, the first day of his grounding, and they were at the homeless shelter. "Water is in the faucet. Cleanser is under the sink. Get scrubbing." Joey hesitated as he saw the filthy floor. He looked at his bandaged hands, and held his hands up to her. "My hands still hurt! Do I have to..." "Yes." He looked around, shifting uncomfortably....
Hands ached. Feet burned. Knees shook. Back muscles knotted. His sore arms drooped just from the stress of tensing up whenever anything else hurt. Joey shuffled painfully into the small health room, which was just a place where the shelter kept the medical supplies. He rummaged through a couple drawers, found the fresh bandages and antibiotics, pulled them out, and sat on the table. One by one he bit the wet bandages from his hands and tore them off. He held up his shaking hands and examined...
Tricia sat in the small waiting room, her legs crossed at the knee with one dangling foot bouncing nervously. Ripples of agitation shook up through her legs, thighs, torso, and into her chest. She flipped through a magazine, pretending to read it, pretending to ignore the glances of the others as her shaking breasts attracted their attentions, and pretending to not care about where she currently was. The others were giving her dirty looks, mixed in with a couple lustful glances from every...
Oh, you, pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang we love you. (sharp) And, in, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, what we'll do. (flat) Near, far, in our motor car oh what a happy time we'll spend. (flat) Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Our fine four fendered friend. (sharp) Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Our fine four fendered friend. (flat) Despite...
Charlie Acevedo waited anxiously in the front foyer of Ceiba's, a sleek and stylish Latin American restaurant on the corner of 14th and G street, and he nervously adjusted his tie. He shifted the single red rose he held for her to his right hand and checked his watch again. She was now ten minutes late. He took a calming breath and exhaled deeply, trying to push away whatever panic was building up in him. He considered giving her a call, just to see if everything was all right. Nothing to...
"I don't like this." "Like what?" "Being here. So close to the cops." "We are in no danger." Ada squirmed anxiously in the front passenger's seat of the Lincoln sedan while Tombspawn calmly sat in the driver's seat. It was late in the evening, and the car was parked outside the Virginia State Police Station in Alexandria. Police cars drove in and out constantly, and she drummed her fingers restlessly on her thigh, nervously waiting for any police officer to become suspicious...
The television, still muted from a commercial break half an hour ago, silently flickered images and strobed the dark room, bathing it in a chaotic band of ever-changing colored light while Schrödinger softly and silently padded through. Her lean body cast long shadows from the television over the carpet, and her cursed collar was now laying on the bed upstairs. She took a seat on the soft carpet, licked one paw, and briefly considered the dozing boy on the couch. She knew this one. She had...
Hands hurt. Arms hurt. Knuckles raw. Enough. Joey sat slumped on the floor of the small utility room staring at his sloppily wound bandages. The loose bindings of gauze kept slipping off, exposing raw and tender flesh to the air. Flexing his fingers hurt, and holding anything was agony. Even trying to fix his own bandages hurt, so he was reduced to just staring at them drooping from his hands, and he ground his teeth in frustration. Just what the hell does she want? The unopened first aid...
The arcane light pulsed and breathed from the inscribed circles and symbols, and suffused the room with an unearthly glow. In the center of the table lay a small bloodied cell phone wrapped in a loose black velvet ribbon. Lines shifted, and symbols quivered, and Lady Zamora scrutinized the designs carefully. A line snaked from the center to the opposing symbols, flaring briefly. "The reconciliation of Fire and Earth begins," she said, reading the symbols. The rest of the day just flew...
After a week of Joey's grounding, the weekend was a welcome relief. Annie helped Joey write his report on the TV talk show which Mr. Grimes had assigned, while Tricia spent several happy hours editing and color-correcting her video. Then she proudly showed it to her roommates. The three of them sat on their bed together and watched it on her laptop while sipping wine and cuddling together, and they all enjoyed it immensely. One thing kind of led to another, and eventually they got to sleep...
A glowing line sprouted from the center of the design, stretched past the inner circle, and into the outer transformative balance. It touched the symbol for the void. Lady Zamora raised an eyebrow, and watched as the line pulsed and throbbed. "The mathematical transformations begin," she observed. "Zero to one." Monday morning. Joey was sitting in the car clutching his backpack. He was dressed, ready to go, and was now just sitting and willing himself to open the door. "Well?"...
"NOBODY" "FREAK" "WHY" "HAPPENS" "NEVER" "SPASTIC" "UGLY" They filled the room. There were words, dozens of glowing words, formed in a semi-solid blue eldritch energy and written in a frantic scrawl, and they littered the floor, the bed, and drifted about the room. Joey could tell they were once in sentences, but all order was gone, all context was lost. Yet he could clearly see the pain in her writing as the words rattled and agitated in the air. Sarah...
She tingled. That's how she felt to Joey. Sarah tingled. Her lips were soft and warm, and there was a slight tickling texture about her, like a faint layer of static electricity was covering her lips. It was a delightful kiss, filled with an intense curiosity and accented by a quivering excitation. Her breathing came in short ragged gasps, and her young body trembled as the pleasures revealed themselves to her. He could feel within her mind a tempest of activity, flashing bursts of...
He didn't know what it was that tipped her off. He tried to be quiet, to show no response, but she still noticed. Maybe he sighed. Maybe it was some magical sense she had. Or maybe it was just plain old God-damned feminine intuition. Whatever it was, when she turned her head and stared at him with her beautiful violet eyes, Joey knew that Sarah had sensed something was wrong. "You don't want to go out with me," he sighed. "Do you?" She opened her mouth to speak, sighed, and rested her...