A note to my regular readers: As you can tell, this is not a story. In fact, not only is this an essay, it's an essay about the most perverted subject of all: Politics! So you might want to steer clear if that's not your thing. Evergreen Forest #13 is on the way, along with several other story updates! :) ~~~~~~~~ I am pro-social justice. I feel I should...
I'm a lucky guy. I was born from an extremely wealthy family. My father being a politician and my grand-father being the founder of a successful company I pretty much enjoyed my life since I was a little kid. I was not overly spoiled though. My parents always believed I had to demonstrate my worth. I was also quite a good looking guy, 6 ft tall, blonde hair...
After the unexpected of sight of Martin peeing yesterday, Lexi had struggled to concentrate on anything else throughout most of the day. Arriving for work that evening, she wondered if she'd be able to look the chemistry teacher in the eye whilst remaining composed. In bed last night she'd masturbated so intensely - almost burning out the motor of her rabb...
It was all over the national newspapers of countries around the world, "Mariah Carey freed after 2 day kidnap ordeal." This was one of the biggest entertainment industry stories of all time, and the celebrity hungry people of the world were lapping it up. Mariah Carey had been kidnapped at gunpoint on a routine trip to her local grocery store on literally th...
The night she arrived in Paris, before she unpacked a wilder, freer, dimension of herself, Daija had a dizzying notion: "What if he wasn't waiting, as promised, at the carousel on Quai Branly?" she mused. She shook off her doubt as easily as the fear that no longer imprisoned her, now that she had traveled across an ocean from repression. If his love proved...
Disclaimer/Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who has read my story, and who has given me feedback. I never thought my writing would be noticed by so many people. I am loving writing about Annie and Matt, and feel their story is an extension of me. Please, keep giving me ideas and what you want to see happen. Also, this story will be exploring other areas...
Downtown Seattle, former location of The Institute. Amiiria sat at one the chairs and looked around beaming. This den of sexuality, debauchery and sin, as the prudes would call it, now had to close its doors. The place was teeming with sexual energies that almost was a delicacy for Amiiria. Her green eyes looking around as she seeped what little energy the...
Grace Miller woke with a start as the morning sun broke through the window. She glanced at the clock on her table side and sighed. 'That had to be a dream.' Grace thought as she lifted her sheet. Much to her dismay, the giant throbbing member stood tall. Swollen and red as if preparing itself for its feast that it would soon have. Grace stared flabbergast...
I got one of those cravings which simply will not go away. What that craving happens to be is the subject of this tawdry little tale. Simply put, I crave power. The power to do good things. The power to change lives. Absolute power. And oftener than not, I get my hands on it and have trouble letting go. My name is Dana Hawthorne and I'm a blonde-haired and g...
My name is Robert Franklin. My friends call me Bobby. I work for Roger Carr. You know him. He's that guy on television, The Roger Carr Auto Group. He owns eight auto dealerships in the city. He's the guy whose motto is "Buy a car from Carr". Alright, he may not be the next bard, but he sure does know how to sell cars. It was October 24th, Roger's birthday....