*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Just a flash story; a rather dark, sordid little flash story. Lilah's divorce from Derek went through with no trouble; he did not want anyone to find out he'd been hiring young black studs to fuck his pretty blonde wife. And even though the ink had no...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. This is just a flash story. Don't take it too seriously. ***** Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacking...
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the song Like We Used To by A Rocket To The Moon. I want to thank my editors, one of my best friends, Cassy and LaRascasse. Please vote and comment. Any comments would be appreciated. ******* Life changes after school, there was never anything to deny that. It just depended whether it changed for the better or t...
While Kat introduces Connie to the magical path of Anaconda, Ricki and the girls began exploring Fountain Springs for sexual adventures. Ricki, Double Dee and Animal fired up their scooters and roared up to the small grocery store four blocks up Main Street and parked their hogs. "Wait here," Ricki commanded. "What the fuck for?" Double Dee jumped off he...
Jan was distracted from the work she'd brought home by her earlier conversation with Gail. She was pondering how best to proceed with Margaret Vandorn. The details Gail had related on their interaction so far had given Jan a small window into the woman's mindset. The woman, for whatever reason, was attempting to establish both psychological and sexual domina...
You should probably just say no. * Author's Note Before you go gettin' your panties all in a bunch, you should know this is not a serious lesbian sex story. It is simply a whimsical tale of an inter-species hook-up, after a misunderstanding brought about by some heavy recreational drug use. It should certainly not be construed that the author is condoning...
Halloween was a couple of weeks off yet, and the fall semester was going well for both Bonnie and Sami; oh, they had tons of homework that kept them super busy, make no mistake, but they also found the time to scoot around the City, the two of them a common sight in the Garden district on Sami's motor scooter. Sami started shooting a lot in the French Quart...
"Art is not a mirror. It is a hammer." --phrase scrawled on a whiteboard in the Media Lab at MIT (home of the first computer hackers), attributed to Bertolt Brecht Domenique, a pleasant ache still present in her jaw since the sex they'd had the night before, passed unnoticed into the doorway of Gwen's bedroom. The stillness and sheer beauty of the scene ra...
"You look a bit bummed, sugar," I said to her as I wiped the bar in front of her 'space' and removed her empty shot glass, then pouring the rest of her beer into her glass. "Can't hide the obvious, I guess," she replied with a bit of a sad smile on her otherwise very cute face. "Well sweetie, once you accept the fact that 98% of all men are blatant asshole...
This is an autobiographical work of fiction. Characters are not intended to resemble anyone living or dead, fictional or real. The quotes at section transitions are from songs that played to mind while writing. They enhance the scenes & are intrinsic to the ambiance of the story. Copy/paste & search 'em, & listen. Really. Listen! They'll add seasoning & spi...