"Wherever you're goin'." That was the shrugged response from the dirty young hitchhiker when Jesse opened the creaky door of his dented red pickup out on state road 15. That was the problem, wasn't it? He didn't have a clue where he was going. He knew where he'd been, and he couldn't ever go back there. After two days on the road the truck was still headed...
He heard music in his dream, something that sounded an awful lot like 'woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late...' and felt a little confused. Why was Paul singing in the middle of a dream? 'Or...am I dreaming?' Then he smelled coffee, heard someone walking around...
"You unlock this door with the key to imagination. You're on a journey through a dimension that leads beyond the boundaries of sight and of sound and of mind." "Yeah, yeah." Barbara Talbot pushed her Jeep Renegade up the slope of a steep hill which ran along on an off-road livestock trail which passed the old cemetery. The news team on the radio station sh...
I was giving a lot of thought to this afternoon's appointment. It was my first time to see a psychiatrist and the possible repercussions were bothering me. I mean, sure, I had always been sort of regarded as "off-the-wall", perhaps unconventional, maybe "eccentric" even, but no one had ever called me "crazy", at least to my face. For instance, I had never...
Jean watched Emma apply her make-up in the silver lacquer of the mirror. It wasn't clean and casual, like Jean did hers. Emma lingered on every brushstroke, every flavored dab, like an artist composing a masterpiece. And she never looked at Jean. "I'm back," Jean said, emphasizing it, though the point had been made abundantly clear by the vast Phoenix Effec...
The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18) Chapter 16 "Ohh... kitty!" Shelley squealed at the sight of the large fluffy cat. It sat at the door of Donna's room as they entered, watching intently with its green eyes and swishing its tail. "Yes inde...
Nancy Masters was tired. She was tired of being someone's mom. Tired of being someone's wife. Tired of being the proper little homemaker always doing for others. Putting on dinner parties for her husband's clients. Setting up parties for her 18 year old son and his friends, then getting out of the way. Helping the PTA. Running errands. Always for someone els...
The hunter walked slowly down a trail that wound through the oak and hickory forest. He paused now and then, cradling his rifle, the barrel pointed down. In the distance could occasionally be heard the sound of rifle fire and shotguns. The autumn hunting season was at its peak. The man was in his mid-thirties, with black hair and dark features, a two-day gr...
There are things you do first in any emergency. When somebody falls down with a cardiac arrest, you pump on his chest to oxygenate the brain until somebody can help defibrillate the heart and hopefully restore a normal rhythm. You stop the bleeding before worrying about a broken bone. I was sitting out on my patio trying figure out what I needed to do first...
Chapter 11 in the Mr. Basketball series. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. ***** "Thanks for taking me to the airport Thom," I said getting into the car. "It's not a problem," he smiled. We started down the road and had a light conversation before we hit the highway. "So, what's been going on between you and Taylor?" he asked....