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Innocent Young Love

  • Posted on February 12, 2014 at 11:31 am

Greg gently brushed his hand on Beth’s cheek. As Beth closed her eyes at his touch, goosebumps appeared on her neck and slowly traveled down her spine. She began to drop her chin until he caught it with his hand. He slowly tilted it up as her eyes opened. With little hesitation, as he stared into her eyes, Greg leaned down and gently kissed her lips. Rather than pull away, Beth stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Greg reluctantly ended their short, passionate kiss and gazed at her lovingly. “I hope I didn’t cross the line. I’m not really sure why . . . not that I regret . . .” he stammered.

Beth’s eyes gleamed as she shook her head, “No line. Unexpected. Please don’t regret it.” Confusion replaced the gleam in her eyes and her body tensed as she turned her head and began to back away from him.

Greg lightly grabbed her wrists, “Please, don’t go. We . . . we’ve been friends for what seems like forever. You always said we should not screw that up by getting together. But you were so excited about your solo, and you looked so beautiful. The only thing I could think of doing was to kiss you.”

Slowly Beth relaxed her tense muscles. Her light pink cheeks deepened in hue and her eyes sparkled after he spoke. She tried to formulate a response, but could only utter, “Oh.” Then, Beth got onto her tiptoes, to try on an even height with him, and quickly kissed his lips. Once back on her feet, she bit her bottom lip. “I’m honestly surprised it had not happened sooner.”

Greg looked at his watch, “I have to go to work, let me walk you home.” He grabbed her hand and they strode off, both smiling.

Once they reached her front door, he held the storm door open so she could unlock the deadbolt. After the deadbolt clicked, she turned, “Would you like to come in for a little while?”

Greg took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I would love to come inside for a while, but I still have to go put on my work clothes.”

She stepped up into the house and turned to him, “Oh, okay. I guess I will see you tomorrow.” Beth’s disappointment was not only obvious in her tone, but the sparkled in her eyes started to fade.

Greg grinned and stepped forward, the storm door closed on his back. He reached out and put his hands on her waist, and drew her to him, closing the gap. Beth tried to look down, but his brown eyes captured hers. He whispered, “I will call you tonight.” Then Greg kissed Beth, his tongue parted her lips. She responded, found his tongue and played with his.

Beth relinquished control and let her emotions flow through the kiss as she put her arms around Greg’s neck and pulled him closer.

Greg pulled back “I” *kiss* “can’t” *kiss* “be” *kiss* “late” *kiss*

Beth giggled. “Okay. I will talk to you later.”

She watched him walk until he was out of sight.

Holding on by a Memory – Zombie short

  • Posted on September 22, 2011 at 5:59 pm

Holding on by a Memory

K. M. Perry

My name is, or was when I was human, Halley. I am young, for a zombie, yet I’ve spent too many years this way. Eating brains to survive. Decomposing. So hideous no one will love me. I feel as if I am evil, disgust, repulsion and whatever else comes with the thoughts of zombies.

One night, about two weeks ago, I stumbled across this young woman, in my hellish part of town. She was going to be my next meal, something to sustain me. My survival.

She was unexplainably untouchable. I could get with a one yard radius of her body.

I got angry and sad. I Screamed. Maggots crawled where tears would normally fall. I wanted to talk to her. Tell her I didn’t want to feed on her but I need to live, if this is truly living. She’d never understand me, all that comes out is a garbled noise of nonsense.

She somehow saw through my exterior. Discovered I do not want to live this way. I cannot let go of my humanity and act like the monster I was created to be.  I still am unsure how she saw that my soul was still intact.

Her face softened. She waved her hand and walked close to me. “I am Aibelle. I see you. Who you used to be. The pain in your scream grabbed my heart. I want to help you.” She then revealed she was a Witch. “I used a spell to delve into your mind, I found your soul. And I know for you to keep your soul, you require memories.”

We make an unlikely pair. An unorthodox friendship. I told her, through the link she created, I was slipping away. I could not hold onto my memories and they are what kept me from slipping into the hell I was destined to live. I hid in shadows and fed rarely. Often, I fed on rodents and other animals. I am sure there are many children who are missing their favorite pet, but the lost pet is better than their deaths.

She studied her books. She calls them Books of Shadows. She doesn’t explain much to me. She is looking for a way to help me. To keep my memories, or use those of others, and not lose the grip on my soul.

I know killing humans will be a necessity for me to stay “alive.” The thought tugs at my soul, making me sad, but because I am slipping, I crave more and more brains and flesh.

She finds me crouched in the alley behind her house.

“I have it. I separated it into single doses. If it works, leave me a message, a sign. I will make more and leave it for you. Just, please, leave my family alone.”

I nod my thanks. I put out my hand and she places the case containing 21 small vials inside onto it. She doesn’t cringe at the sight of my skin hanging off the bones, the sound of maggots trying to devour the rest of my meat, or the rancid smell drifting from my body.

My boney fingers curl around the case, I glance back at her through my sinking eyes. We both turn and go our separate ways.

I go to my home in the sewers. It masks my smell well. There are others like me here ,but they tend to leave me alone.

I find the loose brick in the corner of my area. Before put the case in the muddy soil underneath I open it and get one vial of the blue potion. I close the lid, set the case in the hole, snug in the soil, and put the brick back in place.

I hold the vial between two boney fingers. A piece of flesh sticks to one side. I groan my disappointment, but still open the vial and down the blue liquid. It tasted like minty mouthwash.

I feel no different. What did I expect to feel? Anything? I leave my sewer for one of the stopping grounds I frequent. It is a place some of the less loved citizens of our city hang out, sleep, grope each other, and other nastiness. I think of what I do as ridding the city of pests before the pests do harm.

I see a handsome young man sitting under a fire escape, alone. He has shaggy blonde hair. He fidgets with a device in his hands. He is new here. I shake my head. He would be the kind I would like, if I were… human again. I can’t take him.

I walk in the shadows a little further. And older man, maybe mid-thirties. He is sleeping beside one of the large business type dumpsters. He will do. He is ragged. His clothing tattered. I walk up to him, I still feel no different. I crouch and find the base of his skull. The bone in the tip of my right forefinger is exposed, I use it for this purpose. My strength allows me to jab it just right and sever the spinal column from the brain. He feels no pain. Then I smash his head in with my hands put together in a giant fist. It sounded like a melon being thrown onto the ground. I shivered. I couldn’t help it. I needed this, but still hated it.

I reached my hand down and found the grey matter. It squished through my decaying fingers. Drooling uncontrollably, I brought it to my mouth. My tongue snaked out and tasted the lusciousness. It was like having chocolate for the first time. I swallowed the brains without chewing. My body jolted. Visions of walking through a park as a teen boy came into my mind, robbing a store to get something to eat, visions of his life. It worked. I can keep my soul.

Maggots fell down my cheeks in place of tears. I won’t lose myself.



Magical Foreplay

  • Posted on September 16, 2011 at 5:11 pm

Cara had been sitting in the chair, since she got out of bed that morning, working on a drafting project. She had so many ideas in her head, one seemed better than the last, but none were right for her client. Sometimes, when they left it up to her imagination, it was difficult to find the right style to compliment everything the client does.

She lifted her head out of her hands, moved the mouse to wake the monitor, and typed, “I’m gonna lay down.”

The speakers chimed. “Long day?”

She sighed out loud. “Yes, I’m mentally exhausted.”

Another chime. “Ok. I’ll lay with you.”

She giggled as she read it. “Hon…. you are on a business trip. You can’t.”

She swore she heard Will sigh and the irritation he felt when the speakers chimed again. “When you lay down, close your eyes & think of me.”


Cara turned her head to straighten some papers when the last chime came through. “See you soon.”

She shook her head, locked the computer and turned off the monitor. Her knees popped as she stood and her body was stiff from being immobile for three hours. Normally she would just draw manually, but decided to give CAD a shot. Good thing she was a quick learner, because the project was due soon.

As Cara made the short walk from her office to the adjacent bedroom, she undressed, leaving a provocative clothing trail, shorts, shirt, bra and panties, from the desk to bed. She crawled between the cool cotton sheets, and her eyelids closed as soon as her head hit the pillow. Her body became heavy and molded itself into the wonderfully soft mattress. Her breaths became shallow and she was asleep.

It seemed as if only seconds passed when she felt the mattress sink slightly. A smile played on her lips as the scent of Brute aftershave tickled her nose. Will slid up against her and pulled her close with his strong arms.

“Mmmm.” A moan escaped her slightly parted lips. Her eyes remained closed and she submitted to his desires.

Chills covered her arms, rear and legs as his hand gently caressed her supple breasts and down her side. She felt his large penis throb against her ass while it grew larger in response to her closeness. Will lifted her leg and supported it with his hand, then slowly slid his cock into her hot, wet and waiting pussy. She gasped in pleasure and moved with him.

He let go of Cara’s leg and guided it to rest on his. His hand covered her mouth.


He pumped in and out of her, faster and harder with his growing desire. The suction of his cock working her wet pussy replaced her moans.

Cara felt his hot breath come in heavy pants on the back of her neck, and his hand clamped tighter on her mouth.

In a rapid movement, Will’s hand moved from her mouth to her neck and he cut off her air. She loved this. It turned her on even more. The roughness, the passion, the desire. Soon, it fueled her and she met his inward thrusts with a harder backward thrust. The sound of their bodies moving in a hot salsa rhythm made their fire burn hotter and faster.

Cara’s body became taut and quaked. Hot juices squirt down his rock hard cock. Will thrust one last time, hard and deep, sending his cum inside her.

Cara breathed heavily, sweating and laying in a hot, wet mess on her bed. She slowly opened her eyes, turned over to greet Will with a smile, only to realize she was alone.

“That was one hell of a dream.” She put her hand between her legs, brought it to her face, and it was soaked with wonderful smelling juices.

Suddenly, her pillow vibrated. She jumped as it brought her out of her post dream state. She reached her dry hand under the pillow, grabbed the phone and answered it.

“Hello?” Cara’s tone was sexy, confused and tired all in one.

“So, I had a raging hard-on. I locked the door and took care of it, because I couldn’t handle the pressure anymore.”

She blushed immediately at Will’s words.

“You realize, I can see that glow, even 100 miles away? Did you enjoy it as much as I did?”

“How… did… wait… HUH?”

His deep laugh made butterflies flutter playfully in her stomach. “Let’s just say, since we started dating, I can feel you anywhere, anytime I want. And, today I decided to let you experience it as well.”

“Dare I… ask… how?”

“It’s for another time. But for now, please, tell me you loved it.”

“My pussy is still throbbing, wanting more. I smelled your aftershave, felt you, everything.” Cara’s heart began racing and her breathing became shallow thinking of it.

“So, if I make it back in town tonight, can I come over and play?”

She moaned loudly into the phone. “Yes, please.”

“Do me a favor?”

“Sure.” A grin played on her face

“Lick those juices off your hand and think of how it tastes.”

She shrugged and licked her fingers clean, thinking of how salty, creamy and sweet it tasted.

“Like that?”

“Mmhmm. I’m hard all over again.”

“Hurry, finish your work, get back into town and come screw me.” She whispered.

“Yes, Love. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”


As Cara pressed the END button, she felt Will’s hands running across her skin and moaned.

She turned over and fell back asleep, with a smile on her face.


K. M. Perry

It’s Just Kitten Play

  • Posted on July 25, 2011 at 8:15 pm

Just an FYI – I have a story posted at: #erotica

I will be posting it here, soon.