Long ago... The factory used to produce automobiles in great numbers, but when the war started that industry, along with almost everything else changed. Now the manufacturing facility made airplane parts and along with the product most of the employees changed. Gone were the able bodied men that used to work the assembly lines, and the few older men that re...
She comes in. There's something about her. About the song in her walk and the smile in her chest. About the aroma of her being. About the puff of her ego. About her nipple. Small, so incredibly tiny, hiding away in the darkness, lurching, waiting, conspiring, plotting. Patient. Living life in the shadows, hidden, on the edge, touching the edge, that small p...
People are always asking me whether any of the stories I write on here are true, so for a change I thought I’d post a story for you that was based on reality rather than fantasy. It all started when I went to this club in London with a few friends where they had this really good funk, disco and eighties music night. Anyway, I was wearing this really cute lit...
Sex, drugs, and zombies. * Author's Note I haven't written any silly stories on this site for a while, so here it is. A story of two women who fall in love while battling the shuffling zombie hordes using only their wits and the undeniable power of funk music. Oh, and one of them is a Valkyrie. You should also know that there is no hardcore sex in this s...
A chance encounter on a rooftop. * Author's Note There is a song by Green Day called Viva La Gloria. This story has nothing in common with that song, except for the name. It's a good song though, and worth a listen, in fact the whole album is good. I recommend you check it out. But this is not a music review, it's a sex story. This particular sex story...
Enterprise is a ranching town with two stoplights and three bars. Saturday night, payday, there's traffic backed up all the way through town from Walmart to the highway and fuck you if you want to park a reasonable distance from where you're going. The bartenders at the Red Dog park nose-to-tail in the alley behind the bar and hope for the best. More than on...
Laying my hand upon my brow, I try to aide my sunglasses in facing the glare of the sun. Its such a beautiful day, its hard to complain and I'm not really, just overly excited about your invitation to meet for lunch. The restaurant is new but we've agreed to a late lunch so that the crowd has thinned and we don't have to worry about too many added distracti...
As she began her long way home her heart was heavy with sorrow yet her step was light from her new found love. But she had not discovered the fruit of that tree which grew in the middle of the desert, the only fruit still missing in the Empress' garden. Instead, she had turned the tree back into a woman, losing it forever. But, she had found love, bliss and...
Chapter 7: Absence... ***** Absence, in Annika's opinion, did not make the heart grow fonder. It simply made a woman hornier. Itchy. Two nights of phone sex with no release -- she sincerely hoped Grady's balls were as blue as hers -- was driving her insane. She pondered his motivation for this erotic torture as she drove the dark, empty pre-dawn street...
Professor Days stood at the front of the room, tapping on her phone. I scowled down at my chemistry packet, hating NMR and all it stood for. We both checked the time repeatedly. Five minutes after class was supposed to start, Days sighed. "Well," she said, "it looks like nobody else is coming." There were only four people in the class, so it was very notic...