TLC on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Graveyard

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This story contains sex and necrophilia. If you are under eighteen or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This is fiction and should be read as such.

Sam walked along the tombstone lime cemetery. He loved to take walks at night among the graves. It was one of the most peaceful places he had found in the city. He also dreamed of one night slipping into the graveyard and digging up a freshly buried young girl and fucking the corpse till he was caught.

The Graveyard

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This story contains sex and necrophilia. If you are under eighteen or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This is fiction and should be read as such.

The Funeral

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Kate is a beautiful thirty year old woman. Kate’s friends envied her long blonde hair. Everyone knew Kate as a fun, life loving woman. What they did not know about were her dark desires. Kate’s fantasy revolved around death. She married a mortician so that she could be around death all of the time.

Kate would be at work with her husband and orgasm from seeing the dead bodies in the caskets. She did not have a desire to have sex with the dead. Kate’s fantasies was to be one of the dead. Kate’s husband, Mark, knew about these fantasies. After work they would climb into a casket and have sex. Kate even had Mark bring a casket home for her pleasure. When Mark was away on business Kate would sleep in the coffin. She would lay in the coffin, playing with her pussy, thinking about dying.

The Funeral

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Buried Alive

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

This story is fiction. It has nothing to do with anyone living or dead. This story contains sex and consensual snuff. Please do not read if you are under eighteen or don’t like these kind of stories.

I lay in the bed playing with my pussy as I ran my favorite fantasy through my mind. I saw a movie about a woman being buried alive when I was a teenager. Every since then I have had this fantasy about me being the one laying in the shallow grave with dirt being dropped on my body. When we would play on the beach and cover each other with sand I would come in my bathing suit. Remembering the embarrassment when I would be uncovered from the sand and stand, there would be sand sticking to my wet crotch. Now all I had was fantasies. My husband and I were getting a divorce. I had always been good to people and was not sure what I had done to make him hate me so much. Maybe I was not good enough in bed or maybe I bitched too much. What ever the reason I knew he would kill me if he could get away with it. The only thing left in my life was my fantasy and it was one I could not live out.

Buried Alive

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000