-XIII- When morning broke, the lovers awakened on the far side of each other, but had dreamt they were never apart. As she stirred, her world for once made of something painfully beautiful, Valentine knew a moment of pure joy. She rose glowing, chest burning with ferocious happiness. When grogginess faded and her mind was sharp with the day, her emotions b...
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"Finish up what you're doing, Fleming. Descent Prep starts in T minus two-forty." Flight's voice came over the station's public address system, echoing around the long circular outer corridor. "How does he...ooo, fuck yes, nnhh...always know? ...oh yes. Fuuuck!" Fleming's voice rose with a squeal of delight as Jonah pushed hard into her sweet cunt, pulling...
A young grad student takes a photography job for a mysterious club and quickly finds himself trapped in the gray areas between love, lust, fantasy, and reality. --- "From timber so crooked as that from which man is carved, nothing entirely straight can be made." Immanuel Kant --- 1 The newspaper strewn out in front of me, I sat down with a bowl of ce...
Chapter 1 - A Reprise of my Circumstances For those who have not yet been acquainted with my story, allow my introduction. My name is Caroline Pendrake and I was born in the Year of our Lord 1880. I but recently came to live in America, traveling from my home in England. Physically, I am somewhat on the small side, being but five feet in height and weighin...
Philip Johnson Chapter One The cast of characters looked like a miniature school reunion. They were all about the same age and the guys even had certain features in common, not even any major differences in their height or weight. Hank was the heaviest but he carried it well and Jack was the thinnest and tallest. Mark and Jeb were in between Hank and Jack...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...
This is a satirical revision of scenes from Goldie Hawn movies, particularly Private Benjamin, a very delightful Goldie Hawn comedy (at least the first half). My second half travels to another movie (and play). It would help to be familiar with these films, but I clearly can't really suggest that you become familiar with them (although perhaps you might want...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
New readers: Don't start reading here, it'll make no fucking sense, regardless of my little recaps. Take it from the top. ==================================== I turn 40 years old tomorrow. Well on my way to 50 fucking years old. I certainly don't feel like I'm on my way to 50, although I might look it a little bit. More gray coming into my hair and beard...