Copyright© 2009 by David Paul Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. There may be some confusion for many on the differences between Rugby League and Rugby Union [ Think of them as the...
My name is Alice; I'm currently a 21 year old Airman in the Air Force, stationed at Holloman Air Force Base in Minot, North Dakota. February of last year; the day before Valentines Day the snow covered the flat country like a bridal veil, the frosty temperatures kept people corralled inside. The day before Valentines Day, my room mate Stacey drove us cautiou...
This is a chapter from a novel. I penned this work a year ago. However, it has a certain charm. It's set in the 1820's in post Colonial New Jersey, where I grew up. I swear I know these characters, and actually they are local historical characters and I know where they are buried. I have played on their graves. Garrett Cortelyou was a Revolutionary War soldi...
Samuel Drake has an exciting Halloween night on a lonely highway in central Illinois known as "The Dixie Highway." There's sex, danger, and, of course, the supernatural in this relatively mild story-- no VERY mild story-- intended for the 2018 Halloween Story Contest. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for...
Chapter 16 -- The Bus Driver Kim had to return to work at the music store immediately following Malka's punishment. Eloisa entered Dukov's office to remind Kim that she was needed at the customer service counter. She stopped to look at Malka's prostrate body and collection of dark welts and bruises. She was awestruck by the severity of Malka's punishment, a...
I'd flown through Germany a few times in the past but this time I'd decided to actually stopover and have a look around. My flight arrived in Frankfurt mid-afternoon on a Friday and as soon as I got in my hire car I found myself in gridlock traffic. I waded through it as the afternoon settled in and the rain clouds built up. By evening the city gave way to r...
This story takes place in a quiet corner of an Indian Ocean island many, many, many years ago, in a region with the particularity that women with naturally long cunt lips were highly revered -- not as prizes but as purveyors of good luck, fertility and good harvest. This story is about the woman whose labial lips surpassed anything ever known in her village...
Zuri knew that teasing Kassandra was a dangerous game, but she couldn't help herself. She was, technically, still a priestess of Shallya, albeit one who spent most of her time with bandits and thieves. Half the wanted posters in Aversol had the face of Kassandra Westerlark upon them. Distracting a notorious outlaw with barely-disguised flirtation? Why, for o...
To the reader: I thought that I would do a very short story for Halloween. It doesn't really go anywhere; it's just a colorful depiction of a typical honkytonk. One of thousands scattered along lonely rural roads in America and many places around the world. So pop-a top and read on PN Welcome to Samuel's; just "Sam's" to the locals. A little dive of a hon...
Being born and raised in a big city I became accustomed to the whirlwind activity. I never really thought about life outside of the city or small towns that much, let alone visited one. I only heard of stories from friends and knew of the reputation that came along with small towns from movies and the like, but that was all about to change. I had turned 18 a...