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My name is Lara. My government name is 99-80. I was born in a “factory” that imprisons us tolurad's, or what we used to be known by – shemales, and harvests our cum for the “betterment of humanity.” At a young age I learned all it's benefits

Theresa Maxon's lips trembled with anger as she looked at the man tied before her. Her slightly greying hair barely moved in the wind. Drawing herself up to her full five foot eight inches she nodded to the rest of the coven. Pointing to another female she motioned to start

Author's Note 1:These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy

The Nine Circles 1 Albert Kendall sat alone in his basement. It was a large basement beneath an even larger house, detached and isolated from its neighbours, and Albert very much preferred it this way

“I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed. I dream of a day when they may rise to drag down mankind—when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor ascend amidst universal pandemonium

Hmkaylet's see Once upon a time there was a cute goth girl who believed in vampyres. A lot of her friends believed in vampyres, or at least liked to dress up like vampyres, but this girl BELIEVED in them. The way little kids BELIEVE in Santa

“I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.” -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

She went unnoticed. Even with her stunning good looks, most people didn’t give her a second glance. She had long wavy jet black hair that glistened in the sun. Normally it was pinned up. Only when she let her hair down did it get noticed

It is a late autumn evening, the crickets sing loudly and the wind tickles the leaves in the trees

The Gothic Frat House's Halloween party was renowned across the campus for being not only the most incredible parties, but also the most raunchiest

Ok, I have never wrote before, all constructive criticism is very welcome just don’t ass rape me with it. I chose Werewolves because of the sheer carnal passion I associate with the myth. This is just the opening and first chapter. If I get positive feed back on it I will keep writing

I was awakened by the strong vibration of my phone. I looked up at the alarm clock and wondered who could be texting me at 2:43 am. The text immediately caused my panties to moisten. - " im in your neighborhood, ill be parked outside your house in 15 mins.

“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” -Samuel Johnson *** "Careful,” one dancer said to another. “The freak is here.” Andrea pretended not to hear them

"A 28-year-old Queens woman was stabbed to death early yesterday morning outside her apartment Thirty-Eight who saw murder didn't call the police." -New York Times, March 14, 1964. *** “The problem with the Leona Ciarelli murder is that it never happened

Mindy’s Thirst Grows Having more money than she could ever spend and still making a fortune with each new film she sold to her special lists of clients really had benefits. Mindy was afforded the luxury of her own pleasure yacht and a private marina slip on mainland Naples

Damien told Carmen to stay put while he went to investigate. Despite a short lived argument he ran off and Carmen was left alone in a room full of mirrors. It crept the hell out of her, everytime she turned she was expecting to see something else instead of her reflection

1. Jessie felt the polished steel of the door handle at the entrance to the public safety trailer warm in her hand. The sky was slate gray and a gentle mist fell at a steady pace. Things were not well in the world of Jessie Vitelli

Lira had just woke up. Getting a few minutes of sleep when she could Lira was clueless about the events of what had taken place. She yawned once brushing her black hair to the side and looked at herself in the mirror. Making sure she was decent enough looking to pass for working

*1945* Obergefreiter 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

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes.” -Neil Gaiman, "The Sandman" *** October 31st, 6:10 PM: The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen