Insertion Stories

It was a slow day at work. My eyes drifted between screens,taking in footage of the store. There were less than a dozen customers, so there wasn’t much danger of theft. I started a little game I sometimes play with myself and began finding each employee one by one. I couldn’t help pausing on Abbie. She’s young, probably fresh out of high school, but her body is stunning. She was wearing black spandex pants, and as she ben...

As I knelt, naked, next to the table scattered with the remains of the evening’s refreshment and picked through it for something to still the gnawing hunger in my stomach, it occurred to me that these people had no more regard for me than the lowliest slave who only ate after her betters and then only what they’d deemed not suitable for themselves. I’d seen myself in the small bathroom mirror, smudges of drying semen unde...

The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store. She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall and wearing that ridiculous triangular hat. Long, red hair whipping around her face, tan leather coat blown...

“I love the way you make me feel needed,” It’s quite a statement from someone who doesn’t appear to have an emotional bone in his body and I wonder whether it might be as practiced as your technique. As practiced as the condescending tone you add for effect, when you’re doing filthy things to me. Still I take it and analyse it. “Did he just call me needy in a round the houses kind of way?” my inner voice asks and then I s...