"Fucking dammit." Agatha clenches her phone in her hand, the claw on her thumb tapping on the thoroughly smeared and lightly scratched screen protector. Her ears flick as she leers at the checkmark next to her message 'So when do you want to meet?' Sent 8 hours ago. Left on read. Again. "Fuck," she mutters under her breath, the Rottweiler swipes back on th...
Author's Note: This is another short story that I've written. With this story, I wrote this one back in 2010 and I pretty much left it alone. Today, during a session of "spring cleaning", I had found this story on one of my old, unused floppy disks. Rather than let the story go to waste, I decided to submit it. If you like to leave a comment, please do. I r...
"Adam! My office!" I heard from my office door as Debbie stuck her head into my office and then disappeared again, headed down the hall toward her own office. I groaned to myself, knowing that another ass chewing was coming. When the last service manager left I kind of expected to get promoted up into the position, being the most senior service engineer and...
Authors Note This story is a continuation of The Naughty Patient, and while the first chapter is fairly mild in its scatological content, this chapter is much more graphic. You may want to skip this if scat isn't your thing. As always, constructive comments and feedback are welcomed. =============== It was almost 5pm on Friday and the small family practic...
She was drunk for the funeral. God knows there was no other way she was getting through it. She sat in the third pew, wedged against the wall, ignoring the whispers. There was a wake at the local pub afterwards. She did her best to avoid everyone, and instead focussed on drinking. Cyril had paid for one hell of a bar tab, and she wasn't the only one putting...
To anyone who finds this... My name is Donnie ——————- , at the time I am writing this I'm — years old, I'm an engineering student from the town of ——— in Connecticut. I'm writing this in hopes that someone out there will know my story... or at least go and clear my internet browser history before my folks see it. I'm serious about the last part. About 3 ye...
PREAMBLE. STOP!! If you're looking for a BTB story this is not it. There are heaps out there written just for you, so let this one pass. If you hate stories concerning alternative relationships, the ones involving sex outside of a monogamous marriage, then please find another story. If you detest anything cuckold or hot wife related, simply proceed direc...
It's Always Time, Act Five: Just Desserts Chapter Three: Too Little Too Late * * * * "STUDY the myths and legends of cultures across the world, and many uncanny similarities soon appear: great floods, winged dragons, serpentine women, cannibal kings, cunning imps, and mad oracles are just a few of the common mythological motifs. Look closer still and t...
Hello Reader! Look's whos finally gotten a new laptop and is almost out of school for the semester! Woohoo! More time equals more stories equals more feedback from you, my amazing support. And a special shout out to my fantastic editor, Nehkara. Your patience knows no bounds. As always, please leave me constructive comments. I feed off the stuff. Enjoy!...
My entire life had turned into a steaming, stinking pile of shit and I had no one to blame but myself. I had married Susan 10 years before. It should have warned me of what was to come that we got into a screaming match at the church, in front of the altar, during the ceremony. Someone should have shot us both and put us out of our misery right then. But, n...