She swerved out of the parking bay, backing up without really looking, her eyes blurry with the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. Bitch! Millie thought. The tyres screeched as she planted her foot on the accelerator. Bitch! It was the only word Milli could form at present. Angela fucking Rasenbach -- Editor and chief of Mayhem Magazine! Socialite e...
The girls lived in a gigantic toadstool. Their bedrooms were in the cap, along with the bathroom and kitchen. Most of the rest of the living area was outside, where the overhang sheltered it from the sun and rain. There was a wicker living-room set, a dining table, even a stereo and TV built into the stalk. Hearts don't much care for privacy, it seems. The...
It started while waiting for the school bus. I am the father of the most beautiful daughter in the world. At least, that's how I see it. Her mother and I divorced a couple of years ago but we stayed on good terms and we share custody of our daughter. Since my ex and I live within a couple of miles of each other, our daughter spends time with both of us ever...
The not quite famous slightly secret six and a half: By pop_54/2003. With acknowledgement to the marvellous Enid Blyton for the inspiration for this small attempt at an 'adult parody' of a children's story based loosely around the style of children's novels written by EB. I must add at this point that any childlike mannerisms associated with the character...
Desperation leads to disaster. It forces you to leave the safe cocoon you have built over the years and venture out into the wild. Desperation would even make you forget—if only for a short moment—that you shouldn't expose your ugliness to the world. Desperation might also make you forget the ugliness of the world itself. Millie Foster took one look at the...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** Candy slept like the dead after her evening with Mr. Morgan and his three friends. She had never had more than one lover before so she walked with a limp the next two days and decided to wait a week before an encore with Mr. Morgan. Ron knew that Candy was tired and sore so h...
I've been lucky during this economic downturn just because I had a plan for retirement five years ago. All the savings went into money making assets -- a small, low end mobile home park and some low end rentals. Now I'm widowed with no debt, a big home and good health. For the last two years I've tried to help the local food bank by growing vegetables in the...
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. Everyone in this story is of legal age, whoever you are, where ever you are. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would b...
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories can not be properly called historical, nor can they be called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of my life and the life of friends and family during those heady days between the sexual revolution and the backlash of the 80's. So they fall...
It was an early Fall weekend, damp and chilly. Low clouds were covering Manhattan, obscuring some of the taller buildings. I was in my 16th floor apartment after a Sunday morning workout, scanning the headlines over a cup of coffee, when a piercing scream came through the walls. My apartment is an end unit, so I figured it had to be coming from either dire...