The Demoness of Chengdu

  Jack opened the door to the toilet just in time. The distress in his eyes would be visible to anyone who saw him on the way there. He pulled up his t-shirt to see his stomach rippling. Ulcerous pains struck all over his guts. “Just.. a few more seconds.. I was studying you b-“ Oh I’m sorry nerd, were you gonna call me a bitch?” Andrea spoke up, with her clear Italian American Brooklyn accent coming out of his mouth. He felt a purposefully crushing pain in his testicles followed by a smoky sexy laugh. He groaned. “I don’t give a fuck about your study and social calendar.” “I didn’t even recover from the last time.” He screamed while his voice was getting higher. The poorly healed wounds he had were burning from the extra adrenaline and his skin tearing and ripping. His ashy blonde hair   grew softer, shampooing all the dirt out of it. His eyesight began to improve as he dropped his thick rimmed glasses and shook out his lengthening raven black hair. His blue eyes lo...

  Old Wounds Viejas Heridas (SWI - Story with images. Latina MTF TG.) Adam stretched into the warming morning air. Then stared at his new purchase. New job, no more competition where you’d need to cut throats for a salary raise, or to find a place to live for that matter. He had scoped the place out a few times before moving.    Not far from his house was an old Mexican style hovel. They said it was common near San Antonio. Totally ruined, but all the foundations were there and a few sun blasted walls that looked little different from the sediment around it. The old West heritage was cool but the people around seemed pretty far removed from it. Safe to say that he was too. The house was airy enough. Too big and didn’t have any chick to share it with. But since he had the means to rent, and soon, probably buy a house at thirty. That problem would fix itself. His net worth could only go up. Most of the houses in the distance were a shimmering mirage. As he unpacked his l...