I was about 25 at the time this happened, and living in England. This story is true, as I remember it, and the only change has been names to protect me from the guilty! Enjoy! Typical bloke, I was always on the look out for a fresh "victim" for my charms. In typical male fashion I considered myself something of a Lothario, and as such took chances that mayb...
It was moving toward the late afternoon of July 4, and Frank hustled west on I-80. It had been a little time since he'd visited Lucy Lewis in Kearney, Nebraska, and once again he was anxious to see her again. It was to be a weekend together: she was going to treat him like a king and do anything he wanted. He glanced at the fireworks sitting in his back seat...
As he had promised the night before, John text me at 10.10 am on Sunday to ask if Kate and the kids had gone to church. No sooner had I confirmed it than I heard a knock on the front door and there he was, in his running kit, grinning like a maniac. 'Here's how I see it,' he said, sitting astride a chair in our kitchen. 'The others are nice guys but only yo...
That morning, Jimmy was awakened by the sound of a loud truck coming down his driveway. Like a kid on Christmas morning, he bolted downstairs and to the front door, seeing his ebon-haired lover coming out of her pickup truck with a shopping bag in her hand. He walked outside to greet her, his dick already making a tent in his pants. "Hey, baby," Missy-Sue s...
I took Donna by the hand and led her back across the meadow, toward the pines. I glanced over at her and once again, I couldn't help but stare at her nude body. "Damn, you are so hot!" I breathed. "I can't believe you love being nude like this." "Nor I, you." Donna replied. "Bobby never wanted to do this. I was beginning to think I'd never have the opportu...
Eric climbed out of his truck in the wholesaler yard. Several other farmers were drifting between stacks of feed and fertilizer making broad gestures while telling bad jokes. Normally, Eric would have joined them. Getting away from the farm was a rare opportunity and it was his habit to find enjoyment in it wherever he could. But today was a little different...
I know that there are many of these story lines running open-ended at the moment. Be patient, because I am now sure all of these stories happen in the same universe, many at the same time. I fully expect my characters to cross from story to story in the future. I loved writing this fatass cum dumpster just as much as my soulless secretary, and I hope you...
Splicing was just a fact of modern life these days. In the early days splicing was something edgy and bizarre, the exclusive to the wealthy and eccentric. Now it was as routine as tattoos and body piercings. Most mutagens fell into two categories, corrective and cosmetic. Corrective fixed genetic deficiencies, such as nearsightedness or less than stellar in...
Author's note: This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning in similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development. As absurd as the concept of a huc...
Jack woke in the living room. The girls wore short skirted Pan Am stewardess fantasy outfits except Jersey Amy. She was covered in a black liquid latex shine from head to toe. Her face was masked with a latex dog snout costuming her with a look of puppy. Only her long eyelashed eyes showed she was human. They peered back in fear as she sat on her hands and k...