*Author's Note: Arena football is real. The Dallas Guardians are not. ****** "Please score. Please score. Please score," she said quietly. "Ain't happenin'. It's over. They lost," the man sitting next to her said. "There's three seconds left, and the way they're playin', there's no way they're gonna score." The man got up to leave, and in her heart of he...
CHAPTER 14 In the spring of 1986 local body elections were held throughout the country. There was more than usual interest in the mayoralty contest in the Miranda District, a two-candidate race. Anyone coming into the town could have been forgiven for thinking the incumbent mayor was being elected unopposed. Posters of an artist-enhanced photo of him were...
Chapter 1: Iris was invited by her parents for supper. They assumed that she was still together with Leo for Iris hadn't told them that she dumped his ass and had him serving tricks. The two decided to go there together, for Dez wanted to meet Iris' family. "Fuck. My dad and my mom are gonna freak out when they see me with you. Just the thought that thei...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and she would be there at any minute. Cindy lived alone in an apartment in the middle of the city. She had moved there with her former boyfriend after she left college, and almost forgot all about her crazy party-girl dorm life. Cindy was notorious for being outgoing, sleeping around, and staggering back to he...
Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. April 13, 2007 More of the Paris thing... Charlie and me stayed in her luxurious apartment for almost a week after the show, basically fucking each other's brains out. And as the days went by, she seemed to get more and more comfortable being, well, herself I guess you'd have to say. She'd pa...
It was late on a Thursday afternoon in the middle of September. I was busying myself around the small town home I rented preparing for house guests. My college girlfriend, Mandy, and whoever was her flavor-of-the-month boyfriend would be here shortly. They were on their way from Dallas, where Mandy moved for a job after graduation. They were spending the nig...
January 2020. To say Anya Taylor-Joy and I are close would be an understatement. She was the one who had started the Lodge. Without her, and the encounter we had that day, I probably would have been the only person to ever set foot in the house. If she hadn't made such a specific request with Maisie and Sophie, the connections between girls would not have s...
Sam Morrison stood next to his bed, examining the clothes he had set out. His travel bag, bought just for this trip and giving off a strong smell of new leather, was open on the floor and ready to be stuffed full. "Then to the airport and after that Fort Lauderdale is going to catch hell," he said under his breath, mouth splitting into a feral grin. The ce...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This is a bit longer than I usually write but breaking it up does it no justice. I hope you read through it. It's not a cuckold fest, not a swinger story. But it's the story of a woman from her point of view. It's a tribute to a young woman of my youth I never had a relationship with but found later fro...