Note: In a futuristic world messages and packages are delivered by teams of motorcycle riders. These teams are composed of 6 riders. The leader, the mechanic, two protectors and a "racer", a high-speed specialist and a replacement racer for if the original should be injured. These teams are highly regarded within society holding an honoured place in society...
Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don't do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time...
Bondage can be a beautiful thing. Used correctly, the surrender of control can be very therapeutic, as can the utilisation of control. Keeping this in mind, those who endeavor to participate in such activities may enjoy sharing this work. Those who find the concept repulsive, need not continue reading here. ***** As the Harley-Davidson roared down the high...
As they walked towards his house Charlie couldn't help but wonder if Layla had left behind some boyfriend or some guy, they rarely talked about her love life when and if they talked about dating. Though if she was here back in palm beach than that probably meant whoever he was that he was no longer in the picture right? Least he hoped that was the case becau...
Chapter 10 Travellin' Men Pt. 1 Monday was a return to the normal world and work. JT was helping Jake remove a transmission from a '61 Ford Ranchero, while Piney and Clay were working on separate vehicles. Jake kept his eye on everyone, watching how they worked and how they worked together. The phone rang and without asking, JT went over and answered it. H...
The smell of the room was of numerous types of intoxicating alcohols, he was able to tell the difference of a few of them, them being the lager that he would normally drink, to a sweet smell of his favourite liqueur Southern Comfort. He glimpsed across the dimly lit room from where he was sitting to notice a strikingly tall woman, dressed in a black full len...
Conchita Vega. I sat perched on the seat at the helm of our boat. The wind was being kind to us for a change, making steering a course south-eastwards much easier. Waya climbed up the steps from the cabin, waving to me as he went forward. Waya Collins. He was right about being older than my own father, but he was just such a hunk of a man. I knew from hi...
I Got Caught with a Flat, Well, How 'bout That? I'm a bit of a closet Tgurl. I doubt I will ever come out. That, however, does not stop me from wearing panties, nylons, scented body wash and any girly stuff I think I can get away with. I am, of course, most likely massively deluded, but what is a girl to do? I woke up and felt like some exercise, so I had...
I could feel her staring at me. She sat at the end of my driveway watching me untangle the jumbled mess of my fishing poles as I stood in my garage. She was cute as a button. Blonde hair in pigtails, sitting on her barbie doll bike with the training wheels keeping her upright. Her name is Elsie and I think she is four years old. But it was the first week of...
"Knock, knock" I heard at the door. Who could it be? I'm thinking, it's 2:30 in the morning. I open the door and there he stands with a helmet in his hand. "Let's go," he tells me. "Let me change," I say, "These are my pajamas." "They're fine." He replies. He grabs my hand and I am lucky to get the front door closed. He strides quickly to the motorcycle s...