A short story... Mama (Kathie Lee Gifford) and I have kinda started our own religion... even though some people may call it a cult. It's called FUCK YOUR MAMA. Simple and to the point. It's dudes like me... and girls... that... well... fuck their mamas. I fuck mine every damn day. Mama is always taking care of me. She cooks, cleans, manages... and yeah......
I was up early for some reason, and turned on The Weather Channel, as I typically do in the morning. As soon as the TV came on, there was my neighbor Jen in a wrap dress, black with a white geometric pattern on it, and a pair of knee-high boots with 4" spike heels. The top was open down to about mid breast. She was in front of the big multi-screen, pointing...
Many of my stories have an element of truth to them, this one is no different. A cheating ex of mine at one point tried to blame me for her infidelity [seriously]. As she said at the time, "You broke me in too good!" If 'Burn the Bitch' stories aren't your cup of teas then go elsewhere. Your thoughts and comments are always appreciated... There is a second...
It's only 6 p.m. and the Hart building is quiet as church. The summer recess doesn't start for another day but it seems like the whole place decided to take an early weekend. Senator Aldridge is the last name on my list. I want to go home too. I knock three times on the door to his suite. It's open but there's no one to be found. I tentatively peek my head...
The first rule of a thief was to remain silent. Andreas was pretty good at doing just that—if his quarry's lack of awareness of his presence was any indication. He crept through the underbrush below the tall pines and tamarack that filled the forest, disturbing nary a twig as he went. Ahead of him was a rocky ledge that looked down onto a small clearing bri...
We waited outside the small building, at the only road that led away from the tiny airport, bags in piles around us. The small airfield looked as if it had been cut out of the dense forest that hugged it, holding it in. Crickets chirped and birds sang in the distance. "Do you have service?" Kat asked, looking down at her phone, her long black hair framing...
The following week there was an unexpected bump in my road to sexual happiness when Olly's dad had to change shifts and could no longer take me home. It was good timing in a way though as his mum was starting to look at me very suspiciously, and the last thing I wanted was to be 'the other woman' in a row between them. I mean, sex was all I was interested in...
Confession Time "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been six months since my last confession. Since then..." My voice is soft; barely an audible whisper yet carries through the ornate divider without hindrance; its solid panel having been drawn back with a light rasping sound. "I ... I have missed Mass, three times, told several lies and, Father,...
April 2004, Allen Richards was sitting in his apartment going over his daughter's wedding plans. His ex-wife and daughter along with a wedding planner had planned a very elaborate wedding. He followed the plan known as "Triple S" (sit down, shut-up and shell out). As a devoted father, he was happy to do it. Allen grew up in rural South Carolina. He was the...
Dynamic servitude: A Master to a Daddy A slave to a son Part two. Cager's slave walks towards the address that The Master provided. Each step he feels his heart flutter, his palms sweaty and a dry taste in his mouth as he feels the nerves creep in the nearer he gets to the address. The app on his phone interrupts his thoughts and says 'Turn right a...