As I sauntered along the sandy shores of the secluded beach, the warm Caribbean breeze caressing my caramel skin, I couldn’t help but smirk at the tiny ants scurrying about before me. I adjusted my golden anklet, the delicate links…

I smooth down my skirt and button up my cardigan, trying to look prim and proper as I head into Professor Thorne’s 8am lecture. But I can’t help grinning to myself knowing what’s hidden beneath my conservative outfit. The cold…

The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I settled on all fours before her, my Mistress and Goddess. Candles flickered in alcoves, casting a hellish glow. The air was heavy with incense smoke and the ripe scent of…

As Jim’s orgasm approached, he felt a sudden presence behind him. He turned his head to see Lacey, the morgue’s new intern, standing over him with a smirk on her face. She was watching him with disgust, her arms crossed…

Jim, the mortician, was a disgusting man. His lab coat was stained with God knows what, and his hands were always cold and clammy. But none of that mattered to him, because he had a secret obsession: fucking the beautiful…