Author's Note: This is a story without a point. This is unusual. Most of my stories have a purpose beyond their ostensible text, some deeper inner meaning beyond the erotic foreplay. They usually carry a message. This story carries no message. It is not trying to change the world. It is not trying to teach anything to the reader. It is just a bit of fun. F...
Author's Note: I am making fewer mistakes. Tim413413's life as an editor is getting easier. Of course, he may just be fixing the blatant errors without telling me. I prefer to think I am growing as a writer, so keep it to yourself Tim. And my thanks as always. ***** The Festival I was already tipsy. The rum was well disguised in a slurry of tropical juic...
I wrote the following story almost ten years ago, but never published it. Somehow, I lost the first part. Enjoy. * * * * * I was able to get Beth out of the punishment room without anyone really noticing. I could tell she wasn't enjoying the activities there, and when she accidentally (?) backed into me and felt my hardness against her cute little ass, I t...
Authors note: Well goodness gracious have I wrestled with this. I suppose I want it to be perfect so I keep tweaking and I keep thinking of things I want to change or improve. There are still a couple of things I think need attention but all in all I'm feeling positive about it and I hope you enjoy! I've got book 2 well under way and I'll post the first coup...
It was a cold night Cole said to himself as he walked home from work he should have brought his coat, but he stupidly thought that his jacket would be enough besides it was only a ten-minute walk to his boring old home, well it technical wasn't his it was his parent's home, well one of their homes it was a small two floor home simple upstairs, ground floor a...
Last year's Geek Event led me to some of my favorite characters, and I'm pleased ChloeTzang took on this year's event. Chronologically, this story falls some hundreds or, perhaps, thousands of years before the events of the "Dry, No Lube" stories, and in turn some hundreds or, perhaps, thousands of years from now. Thanks again to Chloe, and thanks to you fo...
1 The neon glare from St. Petersburg's Nevsky Prospect was the only light that shone in Sergei Arkedyvich's dim, spartan office. The gangster was seated in an armchair by the wide window, burning cigarette dangling from his meaty lips. He considered the liquid line over halfway down the vodka bottle before him, and regarded the paunchy man sitting across fr...
Chapter 1 Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of buildin...
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"Search for 'Amazon Fart-Eating Machine,'" my son, Scotty, suggested, bursting into giggles. "What?" "Amazon Fart-Eating Machine," he repeated, now bent in half with uproarious laughter. I was on the one-stop shopping website on a Saturday morning. My eight-year-old son hovered behind me, watching me type searches into my laptop. One of his favorite thing...