As always this story is fiction and the product of a sick and demented mind. The characters are entirely made up, even the ones that arn't. So if you don't like the story, call someone who gives a rat's ass. Harry Dick, well-known Private Investigator and pervert, was on his way to LeGuardia. He'd gotten a phone call from Washington D.C. asking him to look...
And so it was that on the 16th century of the great age, on the eleventh day of the month Ayres there rose a great commotion in the whorehouse of Madame Meringue. Jocasta, a fair whore, conversant in the arts seksual pleasure and specializing in using the mouth to bring gentlemen heavenly pleasure came running out of her pleasuring room emitting a scream riv...
Please enjoy this new short story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny. A special thanks to StoryPal, an excellent volunteer editor —Taylor VanCannon. ***** For Clara Tweedy, it was the big twenty-five. The girls she worked with had decorated the back office with balloons an...
It had been a long day, but once I got checked into the hotel I decided to head back downstairs for a few drinks before heading to bed. I was dead tired after fighting airport delays, screwed up rental car reservations and a long drive in the pouring rain to get here, but I knew I was too wound up to go to sleep just yet. Stepping into a tiny, dimly lit room...
I actually had to argue hard to convince Sue not to call it The Happy Ending Massage Parlour. She gave me a cheeky little grin when she casually brought it up one evening after dinner, but the twinkle in her eye told me she was only half joking. I mean, think about it: a massage parlour called The Happy Ending, owned by a Chinese-American woman? It would ge...
Day Nine – Realization Had he blown it? By admitting that he loved her, had he blown his control over her? Jack dropped the sheaf of papers onto his desk in disgust. The question had been nagging at him all morning. He'd said those three magic words the day before in a moment of weakness, at a time when he felt warm and secure and loved. Yet it was the trut...
A stereotype exists that all men will cheat on their wives if given a chance, and that the tradition of the double standard lives on strong and healthy in all masculine minds. Bob Sims would have agreed that many men did and do believe that they have some inalienable right to bed more than one woman, even if they are already married or dating. Some of his be...
- Story 3 -- Reflecting We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are. - Anais Nin ***** "So you're all set?" he asked casually, as we stood inside the entrance to Blackheath Station. Refusing to meet his gaze, I scanned the display for the next London-bound train. Platform two, fifteen minutes. Stepping away from him slightly, I answered wit...
Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
Sylvia sat on an old church pew on the back verandah and tied her laces. The early morning air was clean and cool against her skin. The pre-dawn was grey and still. Her vineyard lay spread before her, the grapes hanging beneath their leaves, swelling day by day to meet the approaching harvest. This was her time. Before the sun rose, and the summer heat made...