"Damn Westlaw, anyway," she muttered under her breath, cursing the legal publisher, realizing she would have to walk all the way back to the law library for the right case book. For an hour she had sat on a park bench as the sky grew dark, hoping to find the case whose number she had jotted on a napkin at lunch. She should never have accepted that second dr...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. This is the story of a family deeply involved in the world of boxing and how decisions can change the course of many lives. Copyright© 2009 by David...
A tiny scrap of lace strained to confine the swollen nipples. They were rosy pink, with a hint of strawberry red, and just begging to be freed, plucked, and savored. Their owner seemed oblivious to my rock hard cock as it tented my gown. The machine next to me wasn't fooled. "Grey, did you sneak out of bed this afternoon?" "You know I haven't been out of t...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor; no, I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, there's too many people to keep track of, it's too long, it's too short, it's in the wrong category, it's stupid shit and yes, I am a horrible writer. For those...
Professor Fleming Lectures on the Necessity for Legalized Sexual Slavery Author's note: I dare you to read this. I double dare you to understand it! I triple dare you to leave a comment after you've read this. -Otis * It was the first week of the Fall Semester at the bucolic campus of Rice University. Some 30 graduate students were shuffling into the smal...
Sallie Mae Rollins stared at the calendar and chewed on a fingernail that was already painfully short. Seven weeks remained before Christmas. Seven short weeks was all she had to find enough money to buy presents for her son. The eight-year old reminded her each night that he was the only one in his class who didn't have video games. "Mama, I wish you could...
I'm at work, I spend most of my days at a computer dealing with other peoples' reports, checking data, liaising with developers to improve our processes.... Mostly computer based stuff My life is kept full with work, just as well really because my personal life is crap... my wife has been mentally ill for a decade and no longer wishes to socialise nor does...
Cal was busy working on his stamp collection, sorting through several old stamps he had recently purchased at an auction, when he heard the chime of his computer signalling an incoming email. He glanced at his watch and was surprised, since most of his emails were news or sports updates, and came at the top of the hour. It was 8:21, which meant it was spam w...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 I want to thank MiliktheRed for his great help in editing this story. He found many errors that I missed. * It started out as a simple Saturday at home. I had a couple of hours of work that I needed to get done. I own my own business and I had received a request for quote from a large firm. My specialty is doing analysis on...
Lord, it was hot! That's what everybody in town was saying. The old men playing checkers outside Simpson's Feed Store remarked on this fact while mopping away sweat with faded blue bandannas. The women entering Bradford's Store probably felt it worst. The manner of dress mandated by the moral codes of 1906 left them breathless from the binding of tight corse...