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Justine fought to catch her breath as the white-haired man left the room. He hadn't released her, and had she had even one hand free, she might have considered strangling herself. If she had to bear one more second of the torture she'd been put through so far, she would surely go insane. Just...

Holy Shit, thought Rachel, it IS possible to tickle someone to death! Better think fast, girl. Rachel looked down at the bound, still body of the man that was her customer until about 30 seconds ago. Curiously, she was surprisingly calm. Her associates had always joked that she was going to...

Tarrin entered the building through the hole she’d cut with her lightsaber. She’d scouted the place for some time, and knew exactly where to enter. This is where she would find him. The one responsible for the death of her Master, Ji-Hun. True, it was Darth Vader and the Emperor himself who were...

(With thanks and a tip of the feathered cap to Wes Craven…) He walked through the city, senses tuned to everyone and everything around him. What a place to grow strong, he mused. So many dreams, so much despair…so many people willing to give anything for what they wanted. That’s what’s wrong...

Hey there. Yeah. It’s me again. That little voice in your head. Your conscience. Remember me? When you were in Tijuana and they told you not to buy food from the street vendors, and you did anyway and got sick? That was me. And when you were talked into peeing on that electric fence in 8th...

Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you? See what happens when you finally listen to me? So, I screwed up a few times in the past, but when it really matters…who’s looking out for you kiddo, huh? By the way, as soon as you found out that little college cutie was coming back over tonite, I got a...

Feeling better? Good. You were starting to worry me there for a few days. I’m still pissed that you let that blonde get away, but at least she didn’t go to the cops. No sweat off my incorporeal back. We gotta talk, you and I. I know you’re the one with the legs and all, so where you go, I go...

Lauren stared into the pair of deep, brown eyes and for the first time in her life gave in without fear of the future. Those eyes held compassion, understanding and an unspoken bond within their depth and Lauren needed these things more than she needed to breathe. The fact that the eyes in...

(Hello again. With all the advances in the Internet, I thought an interactive story was long overdue. Millions of dollars went into this technology, so I hope you enjoy it. Just decide where you’d like to go with it!) She awoke with a (start, jump, squeal, squirrel) to the sound of glass...

(Interactive Tickling Stories are not for everyone. Only your doctor can decide if Interactive Tickling Stories are right for you. While generally safe, a small percentage of the population have experienced side-effects including, but not limited to: Headache, Stuffy Nose, Chills, Massive Hair...

As Melissa entered the room, the thought of turning right back around crossed her mind for perhaps the ninth time in the last fifteen minutes. To say she was here of her own free will would be a little vague. Yes, she had the physical ability to turn tail and run, but it wouldn't do her any...

Blaire Constantine sat at her desk, wondering how to proceed in the matter laid before her. A crime with proof was easy to investigate, but this one was different. It was hard to tell whether she had a crime on her hands or not. It could just be a prank or a seriously twisted piece of...

Somewhere in New Jersey…August 1986 The midday sun was the only witness as the girls in Leonard’s neighborhood unwittingly changed his life. He was not a well-liked kid, and the young girls had had about enough of his annoying attempts to win their affections. It was the summer after senior...

A bed. It has so many uses other than the obvious, and inspires a cornicopia of mental images in those who find themselves thinking of one for whatever reason. It is a place of rest and comfort. It can keep the pressures of the world at bay. It can be an artistic centerpiece to a luxurious room...

Becca grumbled as she adjusted one of the spaghetti-thin straps that held on the tiny patch of leather that served to cover her most private area. Two months in the news business and this was the only story that was thrown her way so far. Some late-night “catch-their-eye-with-sex” report. Of all...

I dated Annie back in 1986. We were both 19. We got a very small apartment (I’d lived in vans that were bigger), and had about four happy months. Annie was very cute. She was about two inches taller than me, and had short blond hair. She wore glasses, which made her even cuter, as far as I...

Roger’s palms were moist with sweat as Christy opened the box containing her birthday present. There were others, but he wanted her to save this one for last. He’d looked all over for something like this, and was barely able to keep his excitement in check as his new wife pulled the ribbon off...

Unlike my previous Memoirs tales, I’m not going into a long account of how Mandy and I met. The truth is, it wasn’t anything fantastic that brought us together. I was playing in a band at a bar that she hung out at. I took her home. That’s how it goes with us Rock Types, I guess. Our...

Looking back, I’m still not sure what caused me to walk through the front door of the place called “The Razor”. I’m not exactly what you’d call the Goth type, and The Razor was known for it’s Friday and Saturday night raves. It seemed that you could walk around in this city for three days...

The foggy haze of forced sleep was starting to lift as I took in my surroundings. Forced? No. Maybe that wasn’t the right word. Those responsible for my predicament wouldn’t have chosen the release of sleep to force upon me. It would have been too kind. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that...