We had several more conversations. Linda and Bobby also communicated and the girls were on the phone with each other, constantly. We exchanged photographs by mail. Michelin was not a raving beauty but she wasn't hard to look at either. All of us were living in unbearable anticipation. Time seemed to drag on. Sixteen days later, Linda and I touched down in E...
Lulu is away on a cross-country haul; Majik has just returned from one of her own and is MEGA-horny. She orders the two kidnap victims to dress in some naughty lingerie (Donna in royal-blue bra, suspender-belt, and stockings, red stilettos, no panties); Lorna in classic black silk suspender-belt, sheer hose, black stilettos, no bra, no panties) she's returne...
It seemed like an easy twelve grand. Each. The heroin would never be detected in the lead-lined bottom of the travel bag. It was supposed to be bye bye Bangkok and in a few hours, Holly and Sam would be back home in Melbourne where they belonged. But that didn't happen. The hotel room robbery was the start of it all. With all their money gone, the couple we...
19 Sending a Message "Good afternoon, this is Bethany Carmichael for the Samantha Tannon Show, reporting from Harmon County here in the great state of Texas. The people of Harmon decided that talking about taking a stand against drugs was not enough when they discovered that their former sheriff, Rosa Ortiz, was selling drugs to their children. They decide...
The exhibitionist in him. Lord Robert pushed in against his new wife revelling in the tight wet tunnel he’d just invaded the juices making his way far easier; he picked up the wooden phallus and lodged it against Erin’s ass, Erin’s eyes widened. “No Sir please not that, not buggery sir” fear filling her voice, her legs still high up in the air, she couldn’...
All through college, Jim Benson had earned a reputation for being a little... eccentric. More than a little eccentric, actually. He had an unusual sense of humor, strange taste in fashion, and probably the worst luck of any human being on the face of the earth. Nonetheless, with his good look and charms, he never had any shortage of friends. Or girlfriends f...
CHAPTER 25: IVAN'S FUCKING LEGO I stepped back off the bottom rung of the ladder squarely onto a piece of Ivan's Lego, one of the sharp corners embedding itself in my foot. I'd mentioned it to Eve a dozen times and she'd just laughed at me. Her living room floor was a virtual minefield of devilishly sharp pieces of plastic. Trees, windows, doors, bits of st...
This was submitted for entry into the Marxist Story Competition No. 3 held on the General Bulletin Board. That's why it is a short story as the rules stated we had to write less than 1500 words ('though I've added a few more for this version) and include various key words in the story-line. For some reason the competition never started and so here's my con...
O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms was a popular stop on the road to Dinglebury. The vivid green frontage shouted the ethnicity of both the owner and the fare. Time for Tea!" The Hatter made no apologies for the stop. Tea was a necessary part of his existence, as vital as his other two main occupations, breathing and buggery. "Do they serve coffee?" Hatter looked...
This story was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison". Debbie Kendall woke up on the first full day of her internment to the screaming of an angry roommate. She had quite forgotten, except in some of her nightmares, that she was now Jane's bitch. Ms. Mensch intended to dominate and use her as she saw fit. Apparently, t...