Paris France RATMMAS LEANS TO THE SIDE MOVING only his torso letting Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi fall harmlessly past. His massive right hand in the form of a fist crashes down behind Errios' skull knocking her to the ground. "Is that all you got little one?" he asks mocking her. Errios pushing up from the ground and wipes blood from her mouth with her free hand...
Chapter 1 -- Meeting It really had started like any other week the previous 3 years; I drove in from my 'palatial estate' in the suburbs of Detroit, to the airport, into company parking, into the crew lounge, into the cockpit of my trusty Boeing 737. Into what had been my world the last 23-odd years of my life. I had never had what would have been considere...
20 year old Kismet grinned as she absentmindedly tossed one of her dark locks behind her shoulder, as she connected the little loop of steel rope around Tim Phelan's cock and balls. "To answer your question, Timmy," she said, "It's real hard to find a girl who wants to mess around, S&M wise, for nothin'." Tim sighed, and nodded. He was naked, lying on Kisme...
Michigan has the worst economy in the country, and so it goes hand in hand that it also has the worst housing market. In the immortal words of Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack, "If everybody's buying, then sell. If everybody's selling, then buy, buy." It's time to go looking for houses. I began my search at a Grosse Pointe real estate office to look at pict...
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It's the strangest feeling driving a train at night. In the cab up front with the lights off, you can see the world and nobody is looking at you. Even if they weren't distracted by the huge train you're driving, with darkness enveloping the cab you are practically invisible. Private yet public. I've been driving trains for about a year now. Started as an en...
(From an idea by Tim) Mr Prusti had summoned Nirupama for a private conference. As usual, he sat at his desk and she stayed standing at attention in front of him. She was wearing a yellow saree that was completely see through. Her petticoat was equally in a flimsy material and anyone at the office had been able to notice she wasn't wearing anything under h...
1996 West Bank Tyreese struggled to open his eyes. He knew he wasn't dead because he felt pain all over. Blinking repeatedly, he couldn't make anything out, it all appeared so very blurry. This wasn't the first time he'd been knocked out, or even the first time kidnapped. Growing up in Detroit, the tall, brown-red skinned Tyreese had seen it all. Startin...
Chapter 5 - Vacation There I was, dressed in my trusty Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts, sandals, ridiculous straw hat, Josh and Sarah in tow, trying to pretend they don't know me. It's a ritual I've performed ever since they were little, and one that makes them wish they didn't know me. We were heading out to Seattle, to see some old friends, and enjoy th...
"What are you dreaming of Big Sister?" The alien girl known as Briar speaks through her host body, that of young Abigail Spencer. Mere hours ago the alien seedling of the World Tree admitted to being part of a dimensional offshoot of Gaea herself. Each world had its own version. For Briar the new world she occupies is very confusing. It had for a very long...