Necrophilia - Page 4

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, to be read only by individuals aged 18 or above. The events depicted herewith are fantasy and do not reflect real world events in any way. Ricky didn't like to think that he was small time. Not that he had much of a choice

Having been in the funeral business for almost 30 years; I had prepared quite a few good looking women for burial. But few of them could compare to the exquisitely lovely young woman that lay on the prep table before me

If the word Dolcett is not know to you then have a look at his stuff online before your read this. It's a work of fiction and should obly be viewed in that light. If any of the themes offend please do not continue

Carol Smith and Lorraine King sit in their cells on death row in Shanghai’s main prison. Both women, who were originally from England and Scotland, are in their early thirties; as they exercise regularly they still have good figures. Smith is blonde with blue eyes and a fair complexion

How does one give up their true love? How does one follow that love? Hoe does one follow them along all the myriad paths their spirit takes? How does one give up life for love? # A bittersweet goodbye. Shannon had known it when she smiled and kissed Molly

Beautiful Murder Chapter 1 Is there anything on this planet more lovely than a beautiful woman? She is humanity’s flower: lovely and delicate. I adore gazing at their gorgeous faces and the curves of their bodies

In April of 1959; I was a high school senior less than 2 months from graduation. I had a job on the second shift at the local textile mill and had just recently purchased a newer car to replace my old clunker. My new one was a red '55 Chevy in excellent condition

Jeanie woke up, smiled her ginger smile and put on her incredibly lightweight small blue fashion mesh low-rise 100% nylon mesh cotton crotch elastic lace trim thong

I couldn’t believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a collision with a trailer. Both the guards were dead but I was only slightly bruised

Please pay attention to the tags. If you're squicked by hardcore shit, please don't read it and give it negative ratings. As I've developed Mel's character, I've decided to move this to the Dark Fantasy genre, and take the story in a much darker direction

He reached her as he struggles faded and her life fled her body. He had walked into the small apartment's bedroom to find his wife weakly dancing at the end of a nooose. The momentary shock that rooted him to the floor was enough to seal her fate

KATYA'S ORDEAL Entering the main hall, Katya looked around in wonder. The room was a riot of Bokhara carpets and cushions, hangings of silk and muslin, loops of chain and rope. At irregular intervals along the walls preserved heads hung by their hair

It was the day before thanksgiving. I was deer hunting several ridges over from my house. I had placed my stand up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill

At university, Jake Hedron had studied the history, the information available on those wondrous flying females who called themselves goddesses, with avid interest ever since his arrival here inside this hollow metal shell called ‘New Eden’

“Coffee?” Jonathan asked, smiling at his lovely companion. “Thanks,” Dani replied as he brought a fresh cup from the food dispenser in the mess hall