[For the record, this is a completely amoral blog post—preaching morals gives me a headache and upsets my ulcer.] * 1. Sex. What is it good for? Were this a song parody, the next line would be "absolutely nothing." But, given that I've had bad experiences with song parodies, I will forgo that. But, seriously, sex ... why bother? I should point out now...
FRIDAY, TWO MONTHS LATER As usual, I woke with the first light of the day, but on this morning I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed right away. We found out yesterday that X is being transferred out of Bangkok; the company needs him elsewhere so our time here will soon come to an end. I looked around my room -- the maid's room. That's right, two...
Author's Note: Well, here it is, the final installment. Thanks once again to MugsyB and Annanova for encouragement, my beta reader J, and to estragon for copyediting. Any errors are mine, but hopefully there aren't many. Thanks to all who have read, voted and commented -- it means so much. Lara looked at Ryan over the top of her latté. "You guys fought ov...
My "Diary" series is something of a sequel to Operation: Final Fantasy, featuring a new cast, although many familiar faces will return. However, as a result I did have to take some liberties with the timeline in this story. It is written in three very distinct "Books", if you will; each one is drastically different from the next but will feature the same pro...
Hello and welcome to "A different lust" option selector. Here you can choose the start of different stories in various environments and situations such as; A Married Life School Life Mind Control Powers Kidnapped by Aliens Rulebook/Rulephone/Rule Powers Alternate Universe Space Colonization Trapped in a Game and various more! Any reader that...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FOREWORD: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is an epistolary horror story, in the tradition of Stephen King's Carrie or Bram Stoker's Dracula. It's like the literary equivalent of a found-footage movie, I suppose. I'...
It was late evening, the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Dany's quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Dany's bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him. "What did I say about climbing?" She said, with a small grin. "...
your name is John Doe you were in An accident in a laboratory resulted in you gaining amazing skills and strengths - but also means that a secret government organisation is out to kill you! You must keep your identity hidden to the public, whilst also be using your powers for good! your superpowers are Super-Strength - Your powers mean you're now the stronge...
It was the middle of the afternoon and Jacob was pissed. The unrelenting sun beat down on his head and the moisture laden air made every breath a displeasing chore. His muscled torso was covered with beads of sweat that glistened on his dark skin and the hair on his chest and belly lay plastered against him. It was a typical summer day in the small town of R...
The short path that ran between two rows of backgardens was a regular part of young Alan's route home from work. On this particular long hot summer day, he was struck by a woman hanging out her washing. She was a shapely long-haired blonde, and was pinning a pair of black nylon panties to the line. Alan slowed, his heart pumping, and stared as much as he dar...