* * * * * Click Here to listen. (5.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore." Patti Smith, Babelogue I wish it were more, something beyond the money, something worth everything I risked, something spiritual, something exotic, something... Fuck, it wa...
This is something I have been pondering for sometime. If there is interest I will continue the story line. I know it is brief, but all good things come in small packages! I look forward to your feedback ~AndiS~ * Prologue I was mesmerized by it. The Full Cold Moon of December was pure white and floated in the sky overlooking the river. It seemed greate...
Rough Cut: A Moe Gafferson Mystery Edited By Poison Ivan Chapter 1 Moe Gafferson tried to sit up, but a fiery stab sliced through his ribs, he slumped back down against the starched white sheets. "Fuck," he said to an empty room. Moe had never been laid this low. Sure, he'd had a few scuffles over the years, like when he was ten years old and Mickey Bol...
My wife, Linda and I had been married for almost 30 years, and together for another 7 before that. I know she doesn't think so, but she is hot, really hot. She has a 38DD chest, 126 pounds, thin waist, beautiful ass. I also watch other men watch her, so I know how they think of her. This year she decided to have her breasts reduced; she always wanted that a...
Being inhuman isn't easy. It took me a long time to accept what I am. Many people would say the same, I think. Self-acceptance is hard. Many men struggle with the fact that certain parts of their bodies aren't exactly as they'd like them to be. Women struggle with both increases and decreases in the size of certain aspects of their anatomy. Nobody has it eas...
Thanks to Softouch911, again, for being a fantastic editor and friend! * My grandmother had a bookmark when I was growing up that said: "Celebrate freedom. Read a banned book." The irony never escaped me; while we have free press, we also have people who exercise their freedoms by protesting, and banning, the words of others. My grandmother celebrated he...
My name is Roland LaRoche and I'm a demon of Haitian descent living in Massachusetts. The life of a demon isn't easy, folks. Forget what you read in the books or see in the movies. Not every demon out there is hungering for human souls. Personally, I don't deal or trade in anything having to do with that business. Tell that to those assholes and bitches who...
Colors (1981) - Part 8 - Change. Artie's gone. Feel... lonely. Feel like old man. Things change too fast. Change all the time. No convenient tradition, always a new vice. Vices like common cold, changes too fast to be snuffed. Bank robbers, sneak thieves. Not too many, anymore. Bank robbers became corporate moguls, sneak thieves became insurance claim agen...
"Gooood," Miss Gallica cooed, and Lilra's eyelashes fluttered as waves of soft, gentle, sweet pleasure wafted over her. She almost swooned, but the hand stroking her hair kept her upright, eagerly leaning upwards into the touch. "So easy to drift into my eyes. Into my touch. Such a sweet, silly girl, aren't you? Just my adorable silly thing. You're going to...
Please, in order to have this story make any sense, read chapters 1 and 2 first, otherwise, happy confusion dear readers. * I concentrated on the biker approaching my car but kept an eye on Rosa after she killed the engine. FUCK, what was that sharp jab in my groin. Things were getting fuzzy and I heard my car doors being unlocked. Strange voices, sort of...