Alright this is my first attempt at a submission, so do be gentle to my fragile ego. Ok, here goes... It's 10:30pm and I am on bus number 160 through downtown Vancouver. As usual, I am dressed in black and sitting near the back with a book in my hand, looking quite unassuming. You scarcely even notice me as you walk toward me and stand next to my seat, grip...
Bijou loves more than anything, with the men, to make them look at her in that amazed, drugged way they look when she is taking them higher than they have ever been, when she is being their fondest and deepest fantasy, more than they ever dreamed. When she can take them beyond their own judgments of the women who would actually give them what they truly want...
I walked in to a dimly lit room where the windows had been well covered and a few candles were placed here and there. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and I saw what was perhaps the prettiest young blond I had ever seen in my life. There she was, sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a blindfold and nothing else except waves of thick long blond hair...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names.... Almost. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2013 by Acup * Sund...
"Bay City, born and raised. Unfortunately and fortunately I still live here. Aside from the common villains and small-time criminals, it's a pretty decent place to live. Bay City...A peaceful, hard-working city by day, dangerous, crime-ridden playground at night. I get to see both sides everyday as I work the later hours of the day shift going into the early...
You touch down at SeaTac airport, tired hungry and just wanting to relax in your room. First things first, hit the factory to see what needs to be done. Then maybe you can find some dinner and hit the rack. It's colder than home, the fall leaves are almost gone, the skies are gray. What a way to start a job. You sit down in the motel diner. Just like all t...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME BACK TO SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XXX!! I am your host, Murray Alders, joined once again by the ineffable Lance Hardstyle!" Lance swaggers up beside Murray in the announcers' booth, stroking his thick beard. He's wearing a plush, furry vest and oversized sunglasses. "You watch your mouth, Alders!" he growls flexing his muscular arm...
The tables were loaded with a splendid Independence Day picnic: hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, potato and pasta salads, cool drinks, ice cream and baked desserts. The guests chatted in the sun and shade around the pool deck. The weather was warm. The dress was casual and minimal. Bikinis predominated, from traditional to thongs. The biggest holiday pic...
This story is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters involved are under the age of 18. ***** My name is Garrett Wilson and this is an accounting of an...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME BACK TO SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XXX!!" Murray Alders thunders from the announcers' booth. "We are back for the second episode and this one's sure to be a barn burner! Joining me once again is my broadcast partner, Lance Hardstyle!" Next to him, Lance is wearing a bright yellow tuxedo with the sleeves cut off, and a matching beret...