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The Mysterious Stranger

by Traci Spencer on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

One rainy Saturday morning, Nicole was snuggled up in her bed reading a book that talked about the seven main Archangels everyone knows, and how to connect with them. The book contained much modern information about the angels (such as their favorite bands, what they would like to do on a date etc.). Nicole was very drawn to one. The angel of death, Azrael....

Under Her Spell

by Dice_Casden on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. ****** At an ECW taping at the Hammerstine Ballroom located within the Manhattan Center in New York City, Tony Mamaluke is sitting with his tag team partner Little Guido Maritato after their dark match against SmackDown's Paul London and Brian Kendrick. Guido, dressed in his...

The Encounter

by SirMarkiss on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

It is hot, too hot. The quiet hum of the window air conditioner is welcome on any other night, but tonight Kathy can't sleep, and the hum is annoying. Her mind keeps racing back to earlier in the afternoon at her office building. She just wants to go back a few hours and relive her naughty encounter in the private room. Now all she can hear is the hum that g...

The Hotel: His Arrival

by MissSenses on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The desk clerk made her way around the counter and then picked up the ringing phone. She introduced the hotel in a professional tone and waited for the reply. "Yes, sir." she paused, "Yes, yes there is..." she continued. Denna picked up her day planner, standing by the large sectional in the hotel lobby, she was about to leave when she looked up. "Are yo...

Lost Letters to David Cross

by ella_irving on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

David Cross was a Jewish looking man, too Jewish if you asked some people, and was quite obviously balding. Both of these, however, were part of his charm. The final third of his charm consisted of Arrested Development's inability to afford a steady cam, or perhaps a tripod. Though, in retrospect that's more part of Arrested Development's charm, rather than...

The Werewolf Menace

by djcrunk09 on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Young Dice was the neighborhood menace and because he was always seen rolling dice for money that is how Dice got his name. The habit was picked up from his old man who was a pimp. Dice likes to smoke weed and Black & Mild while drinking Hennessy. This hood rat has a tattoo across the chest that displayed his nickname and a 6 pack with multiple muscles from...

Photo Ch. 05

by WFEATHER on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

It had been a long time since a mysterious manila envelope with a Milwaukee cancellation mark had appeared in my mailbox, so when the fifth such envelope was awaiting my return from work, I was overjoyed. Suddenly, the stresses of the day disappeared, and the heavy weight I had been carrying was instantly lifted from my shoulders. From the smile upon my face...

Fucked In Balenciaga

by Desiremakesmeweak on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

The mysterious Cristobal Balenciaga... These words lingered in my brain as I walked off the business class section of the international flight and into Arkhangelsk's Talagi Airport's peculiar, mdf-walled inner-sleeve tunnel behind the actual walls of the short-term stop-over area. It was, 15 degrees below zero Centigrade in still air, and there was that ofte...

Brown Sugar

by alcyon1977 on Sep 13, 2017
Anal

Val could feel the bass thump in her bones as she stood cheering in the crowd. It was a local band, but well-known and it was standing room only. She was pressed up against the chain link fence, moving with the tempo, wiggling her body in time with the music. The crowd was pressed in around her, total strangers rubbing shoulder to shoulder as the band playe...

Chance Encounter

by HawaiianWolf on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

The room is dim, the glow of the monitor the only light. Her desk is littered with various papers, post-it notes and empty cans of Diet Coke. She stares intently at the monitor, her fingers typing furiously, pausing only to take a sip of her soda, or to light another cigarette. She pauses, getting up to stretch her back, the dim light coming off of the mon...