Editor's note: This story is partly true. My wife and I celebrated an anniversary in this same hotel in the main dining room – same meal – same desert – different wine. We took the same glass elevator to the roof. At that time, there was a lounge on the roof that rotated. We sat drinking our brandy looking at the panorama that was San Francisco at night on a...
Chapter 4: Minutes Before "Alright, big boy, put your forehead on the ground and stick your ass in the air," my Mistress demanded and I moved to comply. "Get that ass in the air now," she shouted, sending me up onto one knee cap in an effort to please. She must have enjoyed my show because she left me straining in that position for quite awhile before she r...
I walked into the bar and noticed Randy sitting alone at a table, with two mugs of beer and two shot glasses full of something that looked very strong. Randy was a gregarious fellow normally sitting at the bar in the middle of a crowd. Nodding hello to the bartender, I headed over to the table to see if he wanted some company. "Hey Randy, you doing okay?"...
Dear Shoeblossom... I don’t know if my involvement with Satanic Silki is my fault, because of my neurosis? You judge... First, my parents were weird, warped people. The oldest of us kids, Breanne, became an adulterous bitch, and my brother Brian’s effect was, he was a cruel asshole. And he ran off with my first wife. I’m Brogan, the youngest, the “sensiti...
The Owner knew why he wanted those wrought iron bedposts in all luxurious exec suites in all of his hotels. Those bedpost had many interesting functions. And he was utilizing one of those right now. He lay naked, wearing favorite collar, spread-eagled on his bed, shiny steel leg spreader holding his legs apart. Then he tied his legs to bed posts for good m...
The football is real; the fantasy ought to be. The description of the football game in this story is based on the details as they actually happened in the season opener. I wrote the beginning of the story (chapter one) and created the "fantasy football" rules (chapter two) before the game began, then let the two teams on the field create the story. When the...
Please note that the described Native American ceremonial and social scenes are not intended to be a reflection of contemporary Cherokee cultural practices. The dream-world is an entirely fictitious construct, and while it may resemble some aspects of pre-historical society, it is not intended to be definitive. "Maybe you should whip up a light lunch, D...
Fucked up fuck parody series alert WARNING : The most offensive and depraved fuck parody series ever written... Read at your own risk... If you're not offended then you're one of my fans motherfucker... I approved this fucking message... Read on motherfuckers... This series replaces the White Trash For Life series... Pussy + Moonshine = Life... FUCK YEA...
Her name was Trish and she loved horses. She liked boys and she liked girls too. But she loved horses. So it was no surprise when she got a job training horses for a well-to-do woman in northern Georgia. Trish worked twelve hour days, wrestling 500 pound animals, making them bend to her will, so that they could become disciplined, prancing, tassel--laden s...
The wonderful thing about wearing sunglasses is that people can't tell when you're watching them. Especially if, to all outward appearances, you seem to be doing something quite different. Like reading a book. I adjusted the rolled-up sweater behind my neck and settled back down, my head supported by a beautifully-rounded, conveniently-located rock. The sun...