If first impressions were anything indication the lime tree-lined drive through landscaped gardens to the Georgian house was a promising start. Even the name on the signboard, 'Welcome to the Fardo Clinic', oozed class. Not Hospital, Clinic - very exclusive, thought Amy Jones; gosh, she really hoped she got offered this nursing post. Inside her favourable a...
It was mundane as hell. The dishwasher was full, she was emptying it. Simple. Mind bogglingly simple. When she was finished with the dishwasher, there was sorting washing from machine to dryer and putting a new load on. Then she was done. A scandal rag was waiting for her in the loo, she would read of fat celebs who could easily fit twice over into her cloth...
My band is a little known metal band called Sinister Urge. No one realy likes metal these days so you can see why I was amazed that we were invited to play at the VMA's. My band consists of me, the rhythm guitarist and lead singer, Ben the lead guitarist, Chris the bassist, and Nick the drummer. As we arrived, they took us around back. Of course we didn't...
Celebs: Taylor Swift Codes: MF, cons, oral Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. If you would like to provide constructi...
It started as just another day at the office for me, of course as an installer of safe rooms my office could be almost any place in the city. For those of you who don't know, a 'safe room' is actually a vault built as a place to escape danger for those who are wealthy enough to afford one. Due to the need for high security, even I didn't know whose house I w...
Author's note: You don't have to have read the other stories to enjoy this one. Sit back, relax, and enjoy! - Vivica "What can I get you?" the acne-riddled teenager behind the counter asked. Aubrey looked at me, waiting for my response. "Whatever you want, go nuts," I smiled. "We want a giant bucket of popcorn, a bag of Sour Patch Kids, a small diet...
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and all characters are 18 years old and up. Intro: Let me introduce myself. My name is Jackson T. Lee, an 18-year-old who just graduated high school and working at a major Hollywood studio as a production assistant intern for the summer. My parents both work in middle management at the studio and they hooked me u...
Author's Note: This is a revised version of the first "Alternate Fantasy". I decided to redo it because I wasn't satisfied with how the first version turned out. Hopefully it will turn out better this time. She could hear them laughing. They were laughing at her struggles made pitiful by the ropes that held her. Her hands were restrained, as were...
I had gotten off at Honolulu International Airport and checked into a hotel. It was unbearably hot and I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, half open with nothing on underneath, shorts and sandals. If anyone from back in L.A was to see me dressed like this they would seriously take the piss out of me, the guy never seen in anything but Armani, dressed as a beach...
From the author I am Jack Vitale, writer of erotic fiction. My work is hot and graphic. Like all my stories, these erotic tales featuring celebrities and characters taken from television and movies, are by no means true. They are fictional fantasies from a mind so lurid, no one is off bounds. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coinc...