Empty womb


The Whitby goth festival. A yearly event so popular, it now happens twice a year. While the seaside resort always attracted those with a fondness for Dracula. It was this event where the flood gates opened. An excuse to wear umbrellas to shield from the sun. Clothing ranged from the medieval inaccurate to steam punk. Stores opened up all along the streets, selling all manner of metal trinkets made from what may have once been cutlery. The shee

Jessie nervously gulped as she stepped out of the limo. She wasn't sure why her friends had taken her here, why she had agreed or why she wasn't jumping back into the limo and driving back to her lab. The reason for the last one was because her two best friends had grabbed her by the arm and were dragging her towards the entrance.






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Landlord contract.




Mary had just taken a big draft on her joint. Exhaling, she was happy that the state had just removed its laws regarding banning marijuana. Damn, it felt good. Then, the knocking began. At first, it was slow, almost polite, but then the person on the other side began hammering on the door.




Sighing, Mary slowly gets to her feet and walks over t

The Boobfish
by Sarus
        
Today was the great day for Tom. He had prepared everything: he studied the currents, traded stories with fishermen, brought his most trusted pair of swim fins, and even bought a (grossly overpriced) breathleaf. Today he would catch the biggest boobfish - ever.
        
But what is a boobfish, one might ask? Well it probably has an official, boring and presumably Latin name but the loca

Peggy, a slender 20 year old redhead with hair done up in pigtails was currently bent forward over her bed, her generous pair of G cups squished against the bed. Judy was screwing her girlfriend Peggy from behind, her fat ass jiggling and bouncing with every thrust. Judy was a little thick had a fat ass, she was also a Futa with a six inch dick, she born with male sex organs but was otherwise naturally female.
  After a few minutes of fucking they were panting and Judy noticed Pe

Her Last Mother’s DayJeanette stood over the stove top, cooking away for her own Mother’s Day meal, like she did every year. But that on its own didn’t bother her much. Just the nature of the beast more than anything. It was more that she never felt special in her own home. Not even on the few days a year she was supposed to. Her husband never cooked, her son never stepped up to help, nothing. Everything she did for them, yet they didn’t repay her, not even for one day of the year. It wa