All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Enjoy :) ooOoo Revenue is the gross inflow of economic benefits such as cash, receivables, and other assets arising from the ordinary operating activities of an entity Revenue should be measured at the fair value of— I was in...
AUTHOR NOTE #1: I have deliberately not given any description of the character referred to as "YOU" in this story. I'll leave that up to the reader's imagination, if they want to imagine themselves or someone else in that role then that was my intention. * It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at m...
Author's Notes: Much thanks and love to my dear Fallon and Sarah who provided me mad brainstorming when I failed at plot. * The wind howled like a symphony of sick dogs trained to sing commercial jingles. Jason slumped into the ski lodge, cursing God, snow and his uncle Errol, for sending him to some god-forsaken corner of the world where they still had f...
Chapter Six -- Do Cats Eat Bats? Carter had never known the blessing of having a personal assistant, but as a programmer, it wasn't like he needed one. He wasn't even a good team player, and he worked as a freelancer for that reason. But leaving everything in Mark's professional hands had made him feel relieved. Tomorrow, he was going to go to work and have...
They couldn't decide on a movie, so they ended up watching Firefly, which Ben was actually pretty pumped about. Watching Firefly with Dean seemed like a perfect date night. He'd catch Dean watching him every now and again and it made him smile. Eventually he lay down, putting his head in Dean's lap. It startled his lover, but Dean soon settled into it, and...
This story is pure fiction, all characters are above 18 and consenting. Enjoy some dominant cop and bbc action! ***** It was October and Bryan was wandering down some rarely driven road just outside Denver. He was 22 years old and had enough of regular life. He quit his job, sold just about everything he owned, bought a good backpack, and just started wal...
This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you're just looking for a quick wank, this may not be your story. Thanks for reading! ===== After an uncomfortable night spent on the floor of yet another storeroom, we were on our third deck in two days. Having planned to keep watch rather than sleep anyway, I found plenty of time to...
2014 "Mom..." In a fog, Connor barely recognized his own voice. It was harsh, croaking, and weak. "Connor, baby, I'm here," she said. "I'm right here." "Connor, can you hear us? Do you know where you are?" Connor knew that voice. "Da... Dad..." "Yes, it's me. Connor, we're here." "Wh... where... where are..." Each word was a struggle, and Connor was...
Fritz and Clint Folsom were sitting on a banquette, teasing each other through the folds and openings of their clothes in the dimly lit club and listening to the fat lady sing. This wasn't the Cologne leather club, Chains, where Fritz was the bouncer, though. As a reward for saving him twice from being fucked to death during that Rhine River cruise, Folsom h...
Melinda opened the door to a very large guy, not tall but fat almost round. He waddled in smiling and sweating profusely. He carried a large Gladstone bag giving him the air of an old fashioned Doctor. Mistress Caprice said "Welcome Mr Smotherer, I hope you're pleased with your pig." "Ohhhhh yes, she looks perfect, I really have worked up a sweat on the wa...