The sensation of being torn from the body she had occupied all her life and thrown into that of somebody she had never met was incredibly disorienting. Landing in her new figure it was immediately apparent she was no longer the woman she had been seconds before. If she had to describe it, Erika would have said it felt like she had just taken off an old, comfortable outfit that
‘Christ, somebody knows how to go all out for Halloween.’ Erika nodded, admiring the dramatically decorated garden. ‘Well the invitation did say it was their favourite holiday of the year. Besides, it looks great.’ ‘You said it,’ Aiden agreed. ‘If the party is half as good as this place looks this is going to be one hell of a night.’ The entire garden and the building it fronted was practically
The tall, dark man in his crisp, dark suit, titled back his head and sighed with satisfaction. The teeth that composed his smile flickered briefly, fading to sharp, triangular replacements that glinted in the light, and his eyes flooded with crimson. A long, forked tongue darted from his mouth and licked his lips before zipping back in again. Gradually the hue of his skin faded into a deep scarlet. The
Note: this story is an extension of and a sequel to an original creation by the brilliant Mara’s Mischief. Her original story is fantastic and takes place in a universe focused on sexy crime syndicates. You can find more information about her in the notes section at the end of this story. Hearing the rap at the door, the professor set down his pen and removed his gold-rimmed glasses with
For all the technology and science that humanity strove to develop, it was in fact the advancements in sexual technologies and sciences that drove the human race to the state of peace, prosperity and utopia that had for millennia seemed unobtainable. Through extensive work, the nature of humanity to crave after sexual intimacy was taken as the unifying factor across every corner of the species, and once this unification was
Tate had to admit that the place wasn’t as bad as he had been expecting. He had been reluctant at first to join his gay friend Mick to the gay club, but he had thought it better than to let Mick sit in and mope all night again. It had been almost a month since Mick’s boyfriend had dumped him and he hadn’t taken it well at all. Perhaps a
Michael forced himself to remain calm, yet the nagging fear would not go away. The simple fact was, for all he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was in a dire situation. Having spent the last week camping in the wilds of the forest, he had packed up to undertake the two-day hike back to his four-by-four, parked up on a remote dirt track. That had been five days ago.
Sir Vincent, honoured knight of King Arthur, crept through the darkened corridor with his sword drawn, calculating each step carefully. It was no exaggeration to say that his very life depended on his caution and to put a foot wrong could spell his doom. All alone in the heart of the High Sorcerer’s fortress, he was lucky to have survived this far. He would have felt significantly more at ease
Craig was lounging in front of the TV screen, paying little attention to the crappy reality show blaring on as he scrolled through pictures of practically naked girls on his phone, when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Hauling himself lazily up, he glanced at the clock on his wall: 11.37. Fucking twenty to midnight. Furious at the distraction, he shuffled into the hallway to answer it.
‘Hey honey,’ she said as her husband picked up the phone, desperately trying to hold back a moan. ‘I was just ringing to say I will be home a little late tonight.’ Licking her lips seductively, Gemma felt her boss speed up a little as he pumped his dick into her hungry pussy. She had spent the last half an hour beneath his desk, teasing his dick with soft lips
