Ok you guys, here is my latest magnus opus. Since I obviously don't do sequels very well, here is the whole story in one lump. No sequels, either. Don't bother asking. Again, I am not a lawyer, cop, mechanic, or any other knowledgeable person. This is a fictional story I made up in my head and then put on paper for your enjoyment. Vote your conscience, but p...
With significant input by "Irish Lass". (And edited by our friend, "larryinseattle") ***** Parked against the curb, I sat and wondered how in the hell I'd gotten here. Four years of college, two years of post-graduate work in business administration, and then two more years of pounding the streets trying to get a job and all I had to show for it was a...
I had gone home, and puttered around the house a little. I thought we'd mended the gap between us only to be told to wait a little longer. My head and heart felt like the sea during a storm, tossing and swirling, completely unsettled. I was under a storm cloud when the phone rang. At first my heart jumped, hoping it was Chrissy, before I reached for it I tho...
This is Part 2 of the Memorial Day Bash, with slaves and their clients playing with erotic dice. Every kind of sex you can think of occurs as a result. It also contains an incidence of punishment by spanking. As with all other parts of this story, STD's are not an issue. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 17 - Memorial Day Bash, Pt 2 SCOTT Watching my slave as she...
Chapter 1 The lead story on P3 of Saturday's Wheat Belt & Farming News, published six days a week in the town of Springwater (which accounted for only a third of the newspaper's regional sales averaging 51,470 per issue), screamed: 'Kisser Bateman to Return Home Tuesday on Lear Jet' The article mentioned that Mr Bateman, a former delivery boy on the WB&FN...
Chapter 3 It was a curious sensation: a small moist sandpaper-like rubbing on her forehead. As consciousness seeped into her body, and her eyes opened, Lauiniril realized that her cat, Perconiel, was on her pillow licking her eyebrows. Lauin smiled and reaching above her head, gently picked up her feline friend, and snuggled her to her bosom. Perconiel purr...
Author's Note: This is the sequel to the story, My Soul-Mate Ch. 1. Minimal story elements will be explained, except as needed. If you are new to this story, or haven't read it in a while I suggest you read it before reading this one. The story is definitely older and I was less experienced with writing but it is suggested that you read it. Also, this story...
It's prom season and being the dork I am, the only person available that will go with me is another cast off from the student population. Her name is Louise Johnson. To most people she's known as 'Looney Louise'. She wears clothes that don't fit; hair designs not yet invented by man, and is the biggest buffoon in the class. I can't decide to ask her or just...
Doing a skip-run after his feet hit the ground as he exited the diesel shuttle bus toward the electric trolley bus at the end terminal at Woodman and Patterson, George knew the trolley wouldn't leave him, but he hustled just in case it might. The shoulder strap of the guitar's gig bag slipped down his arm and he made a wild-ass grab to keep from dropping it...
Mary sat in the waiting room at the doctors office. Her husband Steve had just gone back for his colonoscopy. The nurse told Mary she would call her to come sit by her husband's side in about twenty minutes, upon completion of the procedure. Mary thought about the events of that morning, being confronted by Steve about her secret visit to Tommy Robbins apar...