Dan worked in his garage on a very large project for Cock Socket one afternoon. The past couple of weeks he had worked a lot on it; Cock Socket was recovering from her breast enhancement surgery. So far the surgery seemed to be a success, but the scars hadn't fully healed and the implants wouldn't settle in place for several months. She had also received a...
Jun 6, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter One Reflections From a Prison Cell Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on March 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and pur...
Marcella couldn’t move if she wanted to. The mattress beneath her was quicksand and the weighted blanket pinned her among a layer of warm air. Her arms, draped over the tyrian purple blankets like a good girl, soaked in the cool room air. It kept her balanced. Four marbled oak pillars swallowed most of the room in their weaved bed frame. It would have been e...
The stories that have the most impact on me are the true ones—or at least the ones with the claim or illusion of truth to them. Somehow, reflecting on these flesh-and-blood authors actually participating in the tales they tell here adds an extra element of eroticism that makes the story all that more evocative for me. So, when I considered the idea of comp...
He waited nervously, wondering; in the cool crisp air, sat on the park bench clutching a bag which contained the items she had instructed him to bring. A deep sense of anticipation, intrigue, puzzlement and fascination welled in him as he waited for her. Three days had passed and he had followed each of her instructions, precisely. Now he ached to see her; b...
Written with care for one of MY fans ~~BrettJ There it was, in the inbox in his E-Mails. Like clockwork, his daily mail from Kris. He was glad his girlfriend and he were on a break. Lately, the letters Kris had been sending had been getting steamy. The last one had threatened to melt his monitor. Her newest made that one look tame by comparison. Brad; I...
Chapter 19 (Revival) "I have Numchucks. Please get in touch with me. IMPORTANT." Was the message on my E-mail. Thirteen messages from Sandra. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept in contact through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was poss...
E-mails. That's how this asinine article began. White wine spritzers at 3 AM cause a man to do things he normally wouldn't. At that hour, you have two choices: jack-off, or write. "Why decide?" I cry. "I'll do both!" Hence, a good portion of my stories were recorded one-handed style. Forty-two words per minute! A World record? Perhaps, but good luck findin...
I'd like to thank everyone who commented on and voted on my description of the night I spent with Abby and Louise a few months ago. It was great to get such positive feedback and to hear about how much you all enjoyed the story. It was also great to hear from so many lovely women, and to receive so many offers to develop further storylines! Unfortunately I'...
It had been two weeks since the young high school band director Suzanne Baines was blackmailed into having sex with her boss, Principal Randy "Bull" Jefferson. He had acquired some pictures from a security camera of a student kissing her, even though she had pushed the boy away and discouraged his advances. In the two weeks, Suzanne had hoped that perhaps B...