Fantasm - Page 22

Camorra cursed, vehemently. Sliding back in the shadows of the alleyway, he watched as the young man joked and laughed with his friends. He'd let his admiration get in the way, again

When Brad and Karen got back from the emergency room, they were met at the front door of the fraternity house by Mountain. “How's little Anna?” Mountain rumbled. “She'll be OK. She's stable

Her midnight black hair swung slowly against the back of her black leather suit as she walked down the corridor to the last oaken door. Her tongue flicked across her ruby red lips as her heels thudded softly upon the carpeted floor

Qarinah (قرينة) A succubus story By: Ralph McPherson With help editing by: Clyde McEscher It started in 1992. The meatpacking district of NYC was still just that. There were no hipster dance clubs or hookah bars

SHOPLIFTER THAT TYPE OF GIRL I will never know how I got into all this. I was an eighteen year old senior in high school ready to graduate in a couple weeks. My grades were good, my ACTs and SATs were great

Someone recently sent me a story which had a Brittany Spears theme. It got me thinking. Do you have any idea how much I hate that girl? I mean really, I can't stand her. Pop icons in general really piss me off, but her in particular

My name is Max. A few years ago I was driving from my home in southern Alabama heading to Daytona for “Bike Week”. I own a motorcycle repair shop so I always load up my work van with the usual parts and accessories that I know guys will want and head out

Dylan Donahue was no ordinary man

My wife and I have never dated any other race than ours and we never thought about it. My wife actually cannot stand black men. She thinks they are rude and disgusting pretty much the same way I think

Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters. Also this story features themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest

I’ve been a prostitute for about one month now. I’ve only done some usual jobs such as military, scumbags, and the regular men. My Pimp has dressed me nicely today. I’m wearing 7” high heals, a skirt and crop top. He says that I will be going to a client’s home

Ever since i can remember i have had some sort of a biting fetish.. strong women and their teeth have always fascinated me.. When i was 17, i got a girlfriend slightly older than myself who went quite some way to fulfilling my fantasy

She wakes up. She grumbles and groans at her alarm clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the "snooze" button on the side. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red covers and onto the floor

(As a prelude to this tale, it must be known that this story is based on a roleplay done by my Master and myself. We enjoyed it very much and He asked that I write this to be shared. I love dressing up and playing a victim for Him and enjoy every second

The prerogative of backpackers is the freedom to roam. Unlike the normal tourist the backpacker independent and usually young and exuberant lives on their wits