It was 1pm and we were finishing rehearsing in our studio for the morning when my phone rang and Damien's name appeared on the screen. He was a sound engineer, who had worked with us in the studio for about four months. He had done a great job on the album. He had a really good ear for music and was good at his job. "Hey, Mark, how you doing?" he asked. "G...
--for lcwarctic Many years later, as I moved to the retirement planet, I remembered the day they ruled that men could no longer have cunts. I smiled. I knew where that came from. In November 2310 I turned 18, went out and got drunk, got laid, and put a down-payment on a 2956 Chevaaz MX-90. Then I looked around for what else I could do! Hey, when you're fuc...
Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away. These days, that no longer bothers m...
It was Sunday night that Mark's girlfriend dumped him, and he could barely find the energy to go to the play's first rehearsal the next morning. She hadn't been especially nice about it. They hadn't seen much of each other in the last week. Mark blamed himself for that, and he had mistakenly assumed that was why she had been acting cold all through dinner....
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I followed Bradley up the stairs, hardly able to believe that I was about to do this: I was finally going to find out what it was like to have a man in my bed. It seemed as if I had waited for this for so long, but in reality it had just been a matter of months. Looking back, I felt as if I...
Her name was Carla and she was absolutely stunning. I had been in love with her since high school. She was a redhead, which always got me going, and she was petite, about 5'2 with a tight body with large breasts. I had always assumed that she was way out of my league. After graduating from high school, I got a scholarship to the local university in sciences,...
So many times I'd wished to wake up without a hangover, more times than I could count. Never, in all my years, had I woke up wishing I'd had one, yet, there I was, upset because I wasn't somehow incapacitated. I felt great, physically anyway, but mentally I was undercooked scrambled eggs—worthless. I got out of bed and tried not to think about anything. It...
It was Sunday morning. I had just showered and toweled myself off. I walked into my bedroom and was about to get dressed when I discovered that I had a text message from Darya on my phone. It said simply, "Meet me in Nari's apartment. I will tell you about test # 9." Darya had promised that I could be her boyfriend if I passed twelve difficult tests of her...
Nemesis Horizon Project David Lazarian * © 2019 PROLOGUE The midnight moon was blaring over the small southwestern Ontario, Canadian town. the neighborhood bar was crowded beyond its capacity. No one noticed or even cared about the three men sitting in the dark corner. The taller of the three stood up. "You guys have been stalking me since I've left Mo...
Jacket Lost It was the first time I'd worn the jacket and I'd lost it. I had other jackets, but when I'd gone out the day before, I'd decided this one would be best to wear, and I was right. The temperature in Paris was changing, and there was a great variation between late morning and mid afternoon. It was too nice out to want to go to indoor cafés. The Pa...