Jason woke on Tuesday with some mild satisfaction. He had come back from his dinner out with Jillian and gone right to work on his studies. He worked nonstop until eleven and accomplished a lot. A few more nights of this level of studying and he felt he would do well on exams. He had never missed a class and took good notes, so most things were coming back t...
A Short Story By D. *** The first time she saw it, she laughed. Casey was walking through the city, her heavy book bag over her shoulder, when she looked across the street and saw the sign: MILK BAR. It was printed in a thick serif font, possibly Rockwell. The windows seemed tinted, perhaps for the same reason someone started marketing opaque milk bottles...
NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "Cock Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story focuses on our hero's early adventures when he was jus...
Val was depressed. He was 19 and had come to college from his small town and really felt out of his element. Admittedly he had felt like a fish out of water even at home. He was the moderately bright, slightly nerdy kid, never one of the popular ones. He was far from being some kind of Adonis - being about 5'8" and 140 pounds and no one's idea of handsome or...
Casey had the house to herself for a change. Greg had a new supercharger that he wanted to fit to the Trans Am and decided a complete tear down of the engine was in order. He had a few days off before his next shift so he'd decided to go back to his parents' house to use his father's workshop. Jolene and Cassandra were out shopping and weren't expected back...
Casey and Greg were drinking coffee at the dining table in the morning and were surprised when Jolene's bedroom door opened and Cassandra, still naked, emerged holding Jolene's hand. Casey had noticed Cassandra's car parked out front last night and just assumed she'd had too much to drink and had taken an Uber home. As soon as Cassandra spotted the couple...
Under her cloak, Monica was almost naked. Despite the nighttime chill in the air, she wasn't cold, she was anxious. She had come here, to "their" spot, as she had every ten years for the last 600 years. Monica had been blessed by all of the forces that controlled the world, to live, die and be reborn anew. Monica also remembered every second of her former l...
Casey fidgeted with the crumpled up piece of paper in her pocket, as she hesitated outside of the small, foreboding night club. The building's entrance was in the alley of an unpopulated street, and at nearly midnight, it didn't feel like the safest place in the world to be. It didn't even look like a club- it looked like an old abandoned warehouse. However,...
Part of life's learning comes from observing others, sometimes they don't know you're watching ... that's voyeurism! Here's my story of watching and being watched. It's another long one and I hope you enjoy it. I write these stories for my pleasure and hope you can enjoy them with the odd spelling or grammatical error. I would appreciate critique and comment...
Casey sat in their room, reading Hegel. With Tom out with Alan, there was no way for them to be bothered. Which was fantastic, because the Phenomenology of Spirit was proving to be as difficult as it's reputation suggested, and they were quite frankly annoyed. Adding to their annoyance came a the buzz of their phone. "There's just no winning for me, it seem...