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Archive for August, 2009

Fear, Lust, and Vanity

“Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18 or the close-minded. It may be illegal in some areas too. Please also note that it is not a true story, instead merely a fantasy. Real events may be referenced and real names, likenesses, and other personal details of celebrities and other real people may be part of the story- however they are used in a fictional manner styled to the author’s liking that may be satirical at times. The author has never met any of the celebrities used herein, so he has no way of knowing if they really act the way they do in the story, and is confident that they probably don’t. One hopes that these facts do not keep you, the reader, from enjoying the story. (more…)

Fine-Ly Tuned

I cannot believe that this is happening. I am going to meet her tonight. Jeanna Fine. I have seen her for many years in adult films, and always been a fan. Today I met her at an autograph signing session, and she seemed to be a real person. She was someone that I could talk to, and very nice to me. I was attracted to her, and she to me. Since there were not many people at the signing, I got to talk to her a while. I had seen that she had done some BDSM films, and I asked her about it. She enjoyed the work, but like me, wished that sometimes things could get more sexual in them, than they did. By law, you cannot have both things going on in the same movie. What a shame. But, she really did have an interest in the lifestyle, outside of doing movies. That is where we hit it off. We connected in a special way, and I found that like myself, she was a Dominant as well. She really got off on playing, and it had been a while since she had the pleasure of torturing a good submissive. (more…)

Extreme Changes

At the Hammerstein Ballroom, in New York City, the WWE just finished airing ECW: One Night Stand live on pay per view. It was an extreme reunion on a global scale of friends who helped paved the way for the hardcore, in your face, take no prisoners, beat the hell out of your opponent style of wrestling the lit a fire under the sport through out the 1990s. However, not every reunion was friendly. Beulah McGillicutty and the Queen of Extreme Francine still had a strong hatred for each other, dating back to the days when Stevie Richards Stevie-Kicked Francine to allow Beulah to win their first ever match against each other. At ECW:ONS, the two women made surprises appearances that not only shocked the world, but each other. In the backstage area, Francine storms to where Beulah is, which is outside of the Tommy Dreamer’s dressing room, where the Innovator of Violence is receiving medical attention. France sees Beulah and rushes towards her, grabs her shoulder and spins her around. (more…)

Fallen: Erotic Tales of Angels

Verchiel stood atop the mountain, gazing down at the mortal world below. Anyone looking at her would have seen a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair, bronze skin and sparkling golden brown eyes. She wore a white suit and cape. Of course, they would have been wrong.

Verchiel was no mere mortal woman. She was the leader of the Powers, a Host of Angels sworn to serve The Creator. They hunted down the Nephilim, superhuman beings born of mortals and Angels. The Powers also hunted the Fallen Angels, those who had been banished from Heaven after following Lucifer, the rebellious Archangel of Light, in his War against Heaven. Verchiel was once one of The Creator’s most loyal Angels. Now, she was a bitter immortal creature bent on revenge. (more…)

Everyone Loves A Quitter

“I know this is going to sound crazy,” she began her anecdote with a deviant grin across her pale pink lips. Her boyfriend and best friend stared at her curiously, expectant expressions urged her onward. Julia smirked. “When I quit smoking, I gained weight.”

Her best friend snorted. The expression in her brown eyes was more mockery than amusement as she grinned, “How is that crazy, Jules? Most people that quit smoking gain some kind of weight.”

Her boyfriend seemed to echo this statement as he stretched his tattooed arms into the air and yawned. “No comment.” (more…)

Extreme PMS

“GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!”

The voice of the Texas Wildfire, Jacqueline bellows in a hotel room somewhere in the greater Southwest Corner of the United States. Jacqueline and her two associates, Terri and Ryan Shamrock are all standing by a bed, dressed in leather vests, leather shorts and knee high boots. Each woman glares at a bathroom door, which opens. Out steps their manservant, known only by what it is to them, Meat. Meat is completely naked, except for a bow tie. He approaches the trio of pissed off divas and before he could anything else, Jacqueline kicks him square in the nuts. Meat immediately clutches his crotch as he goes down to one knee. Jacqueline then kicks him in the face, knocking him onto his back. She then stomps on his chest. (more…)

Enterprise: Between the Scenes 04

*Chapter 04 Cold Front: Between the Scenes*

“Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Paramount Studios. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.”

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A week had passed since Enterprise left the Akaali. They navigated into a stellar nursery where they met a group of alien pilgrims who were traveling to view the “Great Plume of Agosoria,” a protostar which emitted an epic burst of energy every 11 years. Captain Archer invited the pilgrims onto the ship to socialize. Hoshi thought this would be a chance for her to make intimate first contact with another group of aliens and used her status as linguist to be part of the group of Starfleet personnel to entertain the guests. (more…)

Esperanza’s Encounter

I tried to slow my breathing from the chase.

“All this over a bloody coat!” I hissed to myself.

The air was so unusually cold tonight; I could see my breath in the moon light, and it was only just nightfall. The water slopped against the piers, and the ships groaned and creaked with the movement. I could taste the salty air which was sweet compared to the mixed, sometimes rank odours of Tortuga town. The sailors were yelling, running, searching for me.

“Not as if you can’t afford another one” I whispered at the sailors. (more…)

Dragon Warrior III Romance Ch. 01

“Disclaimer: Dragon Warrior III is the property of Nintendo and Enix.

Note: This story is based on one of my favorite RPG video games of all time, Dragon Warrior III. The game, which is so big it took me months to finish it, actually has some depth and story to it. I”ve wanted to write a twist on that story for years, but didn”t have any good ideas until now. This is a fantasy story that includes battling monsters, journeying to exotic lands, and steamy passion with beautiful exciting women. The spicy stuff doesn”t start until later in the story, so please have patience. Enjoy!” (more…)

Do You Ever Read Fan Fiction?

Magdalena sat staring at her fingernails, which seemed to hold a breadth of amusement for her tonight. They were painted a cotton candy pink for once, instead of her usual hooker red. She had aimed for a softer, lighter approach. Being different. Hopefully, luring the interest of anyone she might have previously forced to back off by her obviously affront manner. Specifically, luring the interest of one person. The person that sat staring at her cotton candy pink nails and grinning.

His nails were painted the standard black. If she had inquired why, he probably would have quoted Morrissey. Not that he was a die-hard Smiths’ fan, in fact, that was his twin brother’s role. No, Benji was just a dark, macabre soul. He thought too much, over-analyzed beyond the norm, and he was just an all-around, well…She didn’t have a word for it. He was intelligent. That was the best terminology. He was intelligent and his black fingernails were sexy. End of story. (more…)