"Shit happens," Mara Philemon muttered to herself as she hid in the pit, submerged in sludge, human excrement, and heaven knew what else. Ever since the world found out about the existence of vampires, special squads called Hunters had been deployed in all of North America's major cities, to hunt down and slay the Undead. Last night, she'd been spotted by su...
I've always had a soft spot for cheerleaders. Their pleated mini-skirts drape shamelessly over their most prized prize possessions, not successfully hiding those. They have sweaters that cling to their young, firm little bodies. They can wear nylons with tennis shoes, with no chance of a fashion risk. The white socks are rolled down so far that they barely p...
The rain was misting the windows of the lonely hotel room tonight. I often used this hotel room for my meetings. I am an escort, but of a very special variety. Many of my clients see me several times a month, but I often do not remember their names. I know that something special occurs, but I am paid well for my services and never ask too many questions. It...
I may not be the most liberal person when it comes to marriage, but I'm no prude either. I like most types of sex and have an over active imagination when it comes to fantasies. Do I grab a look when a hot chick bends over and pray that her tits fall out of that low cut top? Hell yes. Am I in the loop when the guys exchange nude pictures of women that have b...
Julia looked out from her balcony at the sprawling city of Roma. Traffic seemed to pulse and roar in the night as everyone made their way to their entertainments before the holiday season truly started tomorrow. Feeling the cold she closed the door and smiled at the preparations she had made for tonight. Glancing nervously she smiled as she saw the voluptu...
Chapter 03: the Wolf Pack Motion out of the corner of father Austin's eyes caught his attention and he looked up from the board he was holding, causing an eruption of swearing from the town's carpenter. "That will be ten Hail Mary's for you," replied the priest without turning. Two figures were approaching the little town of Northchester from the southwest,...
This is NOT a stolen story by me. A man named Luke Ashwood stole tis story of MINE that was published on the old Giganews bulletin board back in 1994. I originally titled it "The Green Tentacles" and posted under the Username Smalltoe10. Mr. Ashwood at some point stole my story and then began publishing it under his name. * "No rest for the weary." she sa...
Jan Marshall was the Home Economics teacher at the school I taught at. She was about forty, quite good looking, had a daughter of around nineteen and was a widow. When I tell you her husband probably died as a desperate means of self defence, you will understand my opinion of her wasn't too high. In this modern era of political correctness we are supposed t...
Once upon a time, not so long ago (because all good stories start with "Once upon a time"). Driving down the highway in a rented moving truck with all of my belongings in the back. Thinking. Thinking about the past and future. The Past... The Hallowe'en party that also happened to be my girlfriend's 30th birthday celebration. The huge party we threw. The...
Bob and I were waiting by the change rooms for the cheerleaders when they finished their practice. I nailed the captain as she walked past. "Excuse me, Marie, but could I have a quick word with the team before they get changed. Preferably in the change room." "Why?" "I have a proposition to put to them And I think it's only fair that they all hear it. It'...