This is the third story in a series. It follows "Same Time Next Year" and "Eclectic Tastes." Comments are always appreciated. ***** Cassie Chunko is pacing the floor of her one-bedroom apartment, waiting for a callback from her good friend Linette Culbert. She can't wait to hear more about Linette's incestuous romp in the sack with her dad Drake, aka The...
It was a chill early spring day shortly after dawn when the first major change in thirteen years came to Mackey Station. "Pa," Mike said, interrupting his father in the middle of servicing the spinner. Bob looked up, finding Mike standing a couple of meters away with his hands thrust deep into his overalls' pockets and his eyes fixed uncertainly on the fro...
So here we go again. Took some time to get this in order but finally it's done. A big thanks to Mandarabe and LiterKnight for editing. You guys do an awesome job! ** The shrill sound of the generic ring tone filled the dirty motel room. The phone's display lit up where it lay on the bed but Anthony could do nothing but stare at it, too stunned to remember...
Editing by Angel Love "Guess who called today?" Jan asked, as Mark entered their kitchen and pitched his car keys on the granite counter by the door. Mark sighed. "Just tell me, honey, I'm too tired to play twenty questions," he groaned as he sat down heavily. "What's your problem?" she asked with a note of genuine concern as she poured her husband a glas...
"You will wear the blue skirt!" she tells me, reaching to pull it out of the closet. I am already wearing the corset; black satin, laced, long suspenders linked on to sheer black stockings. Fishnet, she says, is tacky. Personally I think the whole suspenders-and-stockings thing is tacky, and much prefer bare flesh, but then, it's not for me to decide. I am...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Man, November has been nuts. I was worried I wouldn't get a story out this month. But I fucking did it in the 11th hour ... literally. It's 23:23 as I'm writing this. Or 11:23 PM I guess. But it's not as amusing that way. Anyway, in this story, Jae goes to his art class, but there's no model, so he helps inspire the class! Expect a...
The sun was hot in Phoenix without a cloud in the midday sky. Zoe Chapman sat at an outdoor café sipping an ice coffee and watching a young girl walking toward her. The girl was tall, tan and lean and blond and as sweet an innocent looking as she could possibly ask for. She was a college student from nearby Arizona State, a straight A student and as poor as...
I am John and my wife is Karen. She is about 5'8" and what some folks would call "thick", with a 40DD chest and smaller hips. She is not fat, but is big boned like Anna Nichole Smith. We were in Houston for a few days. On Saturday night we went to a local swing club for a "wear your swim wear" party night. Karen wore her one piece swim suit with a light cov...
"Bashir, young man, what is this?" Miss Townsend asked, shaking her head, as she pulled the copy of Big Black Butt, an X-rated magazine, out of the pile of stuff that fell out of Bashir Jatta's backpack. Moments earlier, Miss Townsend dismissed the class and all the students rushed out, eager to go home or chill or whatever. Bashir Jatta was among the throng...
Chapter one "It was a dark and stormy evening, and we all sat around the campfire." How easily those words paraded across the blank page, as if they propelled themselves with no help from the keyboard. I stared at them, as I had so many times when real words wouldn't come. "Damn it!" I shouted at the monitor. "It wasn't my fault! Not one damned thing I coul...