This is my first attempt at writing erotica, and it reflects many of the fetishes I have, although some of them are too nasty even for me. My idea was reaching the limits of an almost unexplored niche, hope some people out there enjoys it and even leave a comment. ***** 1 Maddeline was in panic. A few meters away from her, the train was closing its doors...
This is my first ever story, so please go easy on me. I first met Amy during late September of 2005 when here in the UK we were experiencing an Indian summer. I was going through a bad patch, to put it bluntly. I'd lost my wife Alice and unborn son in a car crash two years previous and following a brief spell of "throw yourself into your work", I was now...
For those of you who haven't read it, this little tale is a "redux" of the ending of "The Black Velcro Choker" by Murphy621. And in this "redux", well let's just say the outcome is a bit different...) I changed the ending more than a wee bit in keeping with my sense of justice. )) We pick up where Mary is telling us about the divorce attorney her lover recom...
One of the worst problems in American history is a problem that U.S. citizens are still facing today, the problem of discrimination. Throughout the years discrimination based on gender, race, sexual orientation and age have all been fought against, it is in the Constitution that no one shall discriminate based on those qualifications, and yet people still do...
Nikki Nipples Vs. The Homeless 11/27/08 Nikki was pleasantly surprised when she found a decent parking space, but then it was Thanksgiving day and traffic had been as slow as it gets around Los Angeles. She was coming off of a five day streak without cheating on her husband and was quite pleased with herself. She had blown off Orson yesterday as payment fo...
With the lousy, icy weather we have been experiencing lately, I decided to ride the bus to get to and from work. No need to risk wrecking my car on the slippery roads. On my way home after work one night, things got a little more interesting. I had my heavy coat on over my white blouse and skirt, but it was really warm in the back seat of the bus on the rid...
Greetings, dear reader. The name is Mohammed Ismail, but you can call me Mo, since everyone else does. Or rather, everyone did. In the eyes of the world, I died on November 17, 2009, at the age of twenty one. I was a third-year student at the University of Ottawa, in the civil engineering department. My parents, Hodan and Ahmed Ismail, couldn't be prouder of...
Tapping out the last paragraph of another report from an endless reel, flooded me with a renewed sense of apathy. Though I knew without looking that there were only moments remaining in the day, I was not perplexed. The excited snatches of conversation wrung out the end of the day better than any alarm could possibly have. I rose from my desk and my vision r...
Author's Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me to make this story better. *** For the first time in weeks, I woke up rested. It was like rising from a grave. When I moved, the dried-up sperm on my skin cracked and broke my relaxed mood. The previous night came crashing in. If only it had been a wet dream, but the stuff was all o...
This is the final chapter of me Xi High School's Dangerous Darling series. If you made it this far, I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed the series. ...... Outside the hotel, eighteen-year old Chang Zhuo handed money to a seated bearded man dressed in a shirt with tears in it, blue jeans, black shoes. An empty food can sat beside the man. The man was ho...