First day of the workweek, four more to follow, this one started off with a bang from the moment I arrived at the store. Late deliveries, missing components, pissed off customers, seemed like it would never end. Around five o’clock, Penny called “Hey big guy, wanna have a date tonight?” “Yes!” I shot back, knowing this was my wife’s way of setting us up...
You scratch your filthy face. It is swollen and itchy. You feel the sore parts of your feet roll under your lazy gait. The sun is almost up, and you stretch out on the dusty floorboards, each yawn drawing an answer in creaking from the wooden planks beneath you. You have slept badly, another night in this abandoned office building. Sunlight filters, fresh a...
Nicole awoke in the front seat of a truck. She groaned grabbing her head, her long black hair cascading around her in waves. She was wearing the jeans from yesterday and from the scratchy material between her thighs no underwear. She glanced down to see a white t-shirt and no bra. "What the fuck, Ja-" Nicole stopped as everything came flooding back to her. T...
This story takes a completely different track from my other series. Sorry no femdom this time. Author's content warning: Please be aware that this Fetish/Bisexual/Non-Consent/Voyeur story eventually contains explicit, graphic descriptions of Science Fiction. The Semen-ator This stranger knew all his secret, perverted fantasies - How? 1 Green Arbor Chase...
"You could say I was slumming it when I found her, and you'd almost be right. I was chasing some two bit clown supposedly cheating on his wife when I strolled into some stinking hole of a bar. For a wrinkled twenty the bartender directed me to the alley where my client's husband was supposedly entertaining some drunk blond. By the time I quietly slip...
When I walked in the bar was loud already. Not that it was getting late, or that this was such a hot spot, just a well known local dive. That's the way I liked it. So I found the one empty seat at the bar, ordered a Heff, and began the most wonderful ritual in the world... waiting. You can never really be sure about blind dates. There's just so much that...
Veronica awkwardly stumbled forward, she was wearing eight inch high heel shoes, they were clear and made out of some sort of plexiglass and uncomfortable on her feet. On her legs were fishnet stockings. Veronica's ass was covered with what looked like a leather bikini bottom. Veronica's stomach was bare, her breasts were covered in a leather halter top. Ver...
My neighbors have been complaining. I've done every thing I can to remediate their concerns. I don't start working before 9 am, I stop before 6 pm. I've built a shed around the saucer, made it out of heavy rubber matting, which dulls all sound. If they weren't spying on me they wouldn't even know I was in there working. They just don't like the idea I'm bui...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
"So this is stupid as hell, you know that right," quipped Janelle, her best friend. "No it isn't...I told you, something isn't right about him...he's really sexy and smooth and he's a player. Seems like he does this to women all the time. He's just too damn good at it all," said Lynne, glancing into the club, through the side window, behind the dumpster. "...