The author retains all copyright to and within this story. There is no sex so no need to affirm ages of characters. A slightly longer short story in this series than normal, and one which reflects my mood today, I guess. Enjoy – or not. ***** "Hey Dad, you have a minute?" I looked at my son, and felt that flash of pride that always went through me when...
Author's note: This episode, unusually, focuses on the villains of the story, and is therefore somewhat darker than my usual style. These characters are not, after all, meant to be very sympathetic or likeable! I don't know whether that's a good thing, or a bad one, but either way, Sarlene's Touch will be back to its more typical self from episode 40. "....
My mind was still reeling from the events of the previous evening. Three of my friends from work actually got my wife to strip completely naked for them, and one actually had sex with her. My plan had worked well, until the cops showed up. The strange part is that while it was exciting watching my wife under the control of my three coworkers, it was even mor...
Fourteen Sara is one of her 'watercooler buddies' at work. The woman is 2 or 3 years younger (it's not polite for even a woman to ask a woman's age!) than she is. They had known each other for a couple of years, and were fairly good friends. They certainly spent enough time with each other at lunch and an occasional after work happy hour to qualify as such....
So with much apprehension, I turned the handle on the blue door. Stepping through, I struggled to adjust my eyes to the brilliantly white light streaming out of the other side. I raised my hand to try and filter the glare, and heard the door click shut behind me, and then double-click again. Instinctively, I tried for the handle on my side, but there was no...
[Another one of my 'other' works, I know people hate my writing by now but here it is, English imperfect and all. The ones that continue to spam my mail box with their perverse excuse of education on what English literature is should know that their hate is being redirected into my writing. Thanks for that. I love to see people however email me with their th...
Amy tugged at her skin-tight shirt, stretched taut over her braless breasts. Tiny details bulged out against the black garment, from the faint bumps along her areolae to her tense nipple. Even calm, they were conspicuous. Anyone would notice them. Given her height -- seven feet and six inches, last she measured -- she'd be fortunate if people didn't run into...
Author's note: This snarky Sellwood tale is only a story and includes cheating, buggery and thuggery, non-sexual violence, and a not-happy ending, all probably fictional. It starts slow and odd but speeds up, I hope. All sex involve humans aged 18+. Your constructive feedback is appreciated. No death threats, please ***** THE STORY OF MY LIFE ***** (it sta...
Chapter 3: Taming The Rage When Gloria Carter rang the doorbell at her son and ex-husband's house and received no answer it annoyed her. She did not like being ignored and she had very special plans for her and her son that day. She was going to do something which would change both of their lives forever. When she tried to determine if anyone was home by c...
It was without a doubt one of the longest nights of Ross's life. With the exception of Angela's watch in the early hours, she was 'entertaining' her captor for the better part. And the old bastard seemed insatiable. On daybreak, she came back out of the cabin wearing the same sarong from the night before. And as she went topside, she completely avoided Ross...