Manson slipped onto the tour bus, his bag slung over his shoulder and smirk on his face, which was better for everyone because it was rather obvious that he was now in a much better mood than before. When Manson was feeling good, it didn’t necessarily mean that everyone else was feeling good, but when Manson was feeling bad, it was never good for anyone. He...
My name is Rebecca Young and this is the story of my life so far. I was born 31 years ago in a small town in Nebraska. My parents owned a small dry goods store that did pretty well until a Walmart was built in a nearby town. When the business began to fail, my Dad ended up working in the Walmart for minimum wage and my Mom did clothing alterations from home....
Chapter 53: The Death of a Friend The long flight to Sydney was physically comfortable and emotionally exhausting; we just looked at each other and worried. We hurried through controls and a driver was expecting us. He took us directly to the hospital where Jenny was waiting for us. She embraced Maureen and then kissed me for a long time. She was miserable...
CHAPTER 1 Zane Maddox knew his publishing editor was getting her own back, the bitch. They'd had a couple of big rows because he was late sending in final chapters... 'Dragging his ball and chain,' she'd vented. Apparently no other author had been courageous enough to call her a 'Loopy New York lesbo gone loco'. She'd screamed back abuse, quite the most d...
------------------------------------- England's greatest detective is away in the Balkans and sexual blackmail is afoot in centre court. Can the good Doctor save Miss Maude Oakes from a fate worse than being beaten by the American challenger or will it be love all? ------------------------------------- It's often said that doctors make the worst patients...
Part Eight December 1939 – The Bore War The hut was freezing despite the efforts of the pot-bellied stove that glowed cherry red in the darkness. David groaned as he woke and someone snapped on the lights. "All right you lot, hands off cocks and on with your socks. Let's be having you, gentlemen! Parade outside, working dress, twenty minutes." The door s...
I'm tired. Tired, and my legs burn. Oh, roll over and go back to sleep, you fucking idiot. No. The damn iPhone isn't going to let me, is it? How do I turn this fucker off...? This is Saturday, right? Oh crap. Private lesson at nine. Gotta do it. Gotta get up. Oh hell, where'd I put the Tylenol. Why can't I ever get the water right...before I step in t...
It's often said that doctors make the worst patients and I was feeling fretful enough to prove the point. Still, it was a day that would cause any Londoner to chafe at having to remain indoors: high summer and a cloudless sky outside as the sun warmed the cobblestones of Baker Street and smiled through the opened windows of number 221B. The chemical retorts...
If you are about to read this, then you probable agree with me. Despite the abundance of pornographic images available on the web, you can't beat the written word for fuelling fantasy. Enjoy! All people in this story are over 18, and so should you be. * In the village where I was born, in the Romanian Danube plains, there were a lot of pigs. Some of them...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** CHAPTER 1 The alarm rang at 6:30 a.m. and Becky Wilson rolled over in bed and stretched. It was mid-August but the weather had been pleasant most of the summer; no scorching heat waves. Nonetheless, she wanted to get an early start to her day to finish some chores around t...