Necrophilia

Her legs splayed across the Egyptian cotton lavender colored sheets, shiny with perspiration and want. Between them was a smiling hill that opened and shut with the rising of her bountiful chest. She was waiting, waiting for him. Yet his eyes were...

HOME ENCOUNTER The life squeezed from you No more the virgin you were I am breathless too The next case is a murder/rape victim. Usually, victims of foul play would be autopsied and arrive with stitches and blood all over,...

PART 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I licked my lips as I sneaked a peek at my sister Lizzie' s rump.

For Paula Birmingham Wednesday had been another grueling day in front of a class of employees explaining the Revised Corporate Benefits Package. With the merger with another smaller energy company; the new larger corporation had seen this as a cha...

PART 1: I walked downstairs in the morning. My mom said " yo bitch wut da fux up" And I said, " Excuse me, mother, but I find your immature and juvenile language rather offensive" So she got pissed and rap...

The Forever Feminized Little Sissy Bitch Didn' t Know Murder Could Feel So Sweet I know what you' re thinking, but I promise, its not what you think. But every good story starts from the beginning. .. so let' s st...

A Saturday night out, what could be better? That’ s right, a Saturday night out in Vegas! I had saved money for this trip for a little over a year and I had finally ordered the trip from Europe to the US and the first stop had been New York f...

I had a girlfriend once. For three years I slaved and I toiled, investing my time, my money, and most importantly my mental well-being just for the bitch to break up with me on MySpace, lacking the decency to even give me a call or a text. We had...

Note to readers: For your convenience, I have started posting drawings of all the mortician' s victims on the Sex Stories forum under the thread ' Memories of a Mortician: Victims' Pictures' . Please feel free to take a look.

Professor Dick swung his machete, clearing away vines from the path. He wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. The machete had done its job, leaving a neat path through the dense jungle foliage. He could see...

Marielle Marielle was my neighbor in this small apartment building in a suburb near the city center. A little twenty-something nice-looking woman. She had shortish red hair, happy freckles, and small breasts. I ofte...

Yolanda' s star ship landed. A salvage operation on the moon. The earth' s date was 3004, and she was part of a New America Agency, ' Building a Better America for you and me' . A comet had crashed on the moon and it was her job to...

Warning: Slight Necrophilia, and slight Rape, if these are not your flavor, then i recommend you should leave. If it is, Enjoy! : ) Four teens had met after the apocalypse, already born outcasts. Standing out from their normal peers, bullied,...

President of Taylor Incorporated Elle Moore, was introducing the candidates to the chairwoman of the board, Bella. She was using first names only. " One at a time ladies. This is one of our vice presidents, Eda. " A six foot...

“ Death doesn' t exist. It never did, it never will. All it is, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. ” -Ray Bradbury, " Something Wicked This Way Comes"

Nightfall is when I come upon you while you’ re fast asleep or still awake. IL Corvo. My flesh decadent but I show you not for to your eyes I am youthful and built roguishly. My eyes vary like a wide dinner and salad bar sel...

35-year-old Roberto de Torrez sat on his ergonomic office chair, staring at the computer screen while beating his meat. He was in his small basement apartment, under the house of his parents Hank and Jane de Torrez. This was a small apartment that...

The House By The River I live in a suburb of a large city. In some fifty meters from my house begins the forest. When a child, I have spent lots of time there. I know that there is a large forsaken house standing on the bank of the river whi...

“ Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, trying to animate lifeless clay? ” -Mary Shelley, " Frankenstein" ***...

Okay, folks - this chapter is really sick stuff. Go read something else if you didn' t like my other really sick stuff. Part 3 Chapter 2 “ Okay, Praetor, ” Amber called out with restrained exuberance. “ All ahe...