Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, Being Jim. Being Jim -Ch.05- The Toe Job Challenge, Jim earns respect By Frodov This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been...
It was a cold winter's day at Middleton Beach in Western Australia and if you were to be looking, as I was, at the image on my drone controller, at the pattern that she was drawing in the beach sand, you would probably comment that it was either a fine example of geometric art or a pretty pattern. If it were the former you would probably wonder how she could...
The next several days saw Sid's work once again pile up and overwhelm him. Though his job took the majority of his thoughts and time, every now and then the thought of that woman would flood his mind. Eventually, after nearly ten days of waiting, it finally wore on him enough and he succumbed to his impatience. He picked up the note she'd left within the lip...
Derek could already smell the smoke, and they weren't even at the front door yet. At the time, he couldn't exactly identify the smell, but he knew something was wrong. Carol, sensing her husband tensing up beside her, walked dreamily up the path and fumbled for her keys in her purse, but Derek swept past her and unlocked the door himself. Tendrils of acrid...
The Butt Of Choice Part 2 I woke up in the king-sized bed with one each, naked, Bambi, wrapped around me. Her small breasts were pushed into my side and my arm was around her and my hand rested on her fabulously well rounded and soft hip. Her gentle breathing caused her nipple to rub against me. ********** This all started off with me flying from Boise to...
Diana Van Buren grew up in Grosse Pointe Farms, MI, an upscale community, being an affluent suburb of Detroit. Her lifelong self-esteem was hindered by having two sisters, two years and four years respectively older, who were astonishingly good looking females, seemingly from birth. In addition to her sisters, her mother was a stunning beauty, who had won...
The colour of milk and candy canes, pale skinned with full cherry lips. That sprinkling of taupe freckles used to accentuate her emotions. With one simple look, bright angelica eyes conveyed a thousand words. The lilt of her accent embellished the story further; expressive hands flexed their sinews. Laughing, her luscious bosom quivered, squeezed tight in a...
The first people to Bloom were college kids. All around the world, 18-22 year olds trying to figure out their future would very quickly have it decided for them, whether they liked it or not. The process of Blooming did not discriminate: male, female, non-binary, lesbian, gay, transgender, pretty, ugly. The only unifying factor was age. No one older than 22...
So you don't have to figure it out yourselves I'll admit straight out that I, Tom Collins (my parents had a sense of humor), am a strange dude. Perhaps the strangest aspect of my life is that I'm a jack of all trades, master of almost none. For example: --I really got into Houdini-like magic such as getting out of handcuffs, straitjackets, underwater breat...
Part V Chapter 44 As he knew it would, Fujiko was underwhelmed by his apartment near Fisherman's Wharf. It was dowdy even on the best days; now, after being empty for months on end -- and with just a few days spent there during that period -- the place was a petri dish of dust and mold. The toilet in particular looked like some kind of science experiment g...