Sarah (30 yrs.) is the former wife (44-24-36) of a state senator. She owns a small penthouse in the city. She's a cheap looking, bleach-blonde, who is a big fan of college wrestling. She never goes to the local wrestling meets, but watches every live competition on YouTube. She follows all of the athletes and coaches on social media. Cooper (19 yrs.) stand...
Please leave feedback via comments or email me! Thanks! ---------------------------- Having finished her stretches, Vanessa grabbed her hair-tie and pulled her long black hair back into a ponytail, and put on her sunglasses. Looking into the mirror, she was happy with the effects of all the running she had been doing lately. Her slim but defined calves dre...
Amanda Outside Hardstorm: July 31st, 2052. 4:34 PM. Amanda didn't get what they were doing right now. They had just left the burning house and now Travis and sergeant Rodriguez were walking back because it looked like the woods across the street had been driven in. She wondered why they just didn't drive back instead of this. Now she was walking up thi...
I met with Bert Headley, and he invited me into his living room only after I paid him. I spoke to him about my "research." I also mentioned the conversations with my gas station guy in Crenshaw. "Alrighty, what do you want to know." "I want to know if there really was a family that stayed behind—that decided to go native." "There was six Lemhi family grou...
14 minutes and 32 seconds. That's how long it took for me to die. Death was not an option for me. I was set up. I know the amount of time it took me to die because I could only lie there and stare at my watch as the blood pooled around my body. I could hear the voices around me waiting for me to die. That rat bastard Dunston wanted to buy me out, now he has...
The first time that I saw Zara Kelly she was in The Red Dog, surrounded by a bunch of Hooray Henrys in expensive suits. It was late in the summer of 1978 and I had just started contributing to a magazine called Sailors' World. Back in those pre-email days, you either faxed in your copy (but I didn't yet have a fax machine), you put it in the post (making su...
A clever sabotage of a party costume backfires, and chivalry wins the day. ***** As I look at my fancy dress costume on my sister's bed, I almost have to applaud her cleverness. It is Christmas Eve, and she is having a house party. I am a little surprised to have been invited. She's ten years my junior, so we'd never been terribly close. Also, the last ti...
"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center." ― Kurt Vonnegut "What up, señor?" I launched my wee hour text into cyberspace. "Good morning, sir," came Vegas Vic's rejoinder. V-2 was enslaved graveyard shift ― five days a week. "What do you wanna work for?...
Foreword: I acknowledge this story will not be everyone's cup of tea. I also acknowledge that this is probably a rather niche genre. I make no apologies for that but I do hope it finds an audience. In terms of inspiration, credit goes to DugFunny's "Return of the Dragons" story (I always thought the ending of that story could be better and/or needed a se...
This story is part of a collection, "West of Boston." The stories can be read in any order. For Michelle, who helps this breathe Sometimes she crawls to him on all fours the length of the living room. She appears in a black merry widow, as stark black as her hair. Her breasts are pressed up and threaten to jiggle free. Her skin is pure alabaster against th...