This is a story based on actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. * I was a Mass Communications major in college. With my degree, you could go into radio, television, film, or journalism. Unfortunately, there were far more people looking to go into those fields than there were actual openings. I took to telling people what my ma...
Chapter 27—Media Circus II Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: I said earlier, Aunt Jo used to be punk/goth/grunge, or whatever you call it. Considering what she wears now, it is a bit hard to believe, but I've seen pictures and handled the Army boots. The gown she wore to the wedding ball seems to draw the line between before and after. Mom wanted Aunt Jo...
Chapter One: The Morning After "Ringggggg. Ringgggggg. Ringggggg." Carol was groggily awakened by the sound of a ringing telephone. It was not her cell phone, for she had turned it off to ensure that her bill would stay within her Uncle Ray's budget. This phone was coming from Uncle Ray's room. She usually ignored that phone, for it was never for her. "Ca...
Pauline and Ruth Eleanor had left after they watched Liz and Jackie absorb their punishment on upturned bare bottoms turning red. "No telling where this little game will wind up after we've been at it a while," said Ruth Eleanor. There could be some real interesting interactions." "I have to admit that watching Jackie and Liz getting theirs got to me," sai...
At a few minutes past midnight I heard John's car pull up in front of the house. I didn't bother looking out the front window but walked directly to the hallway closet to get ready to watch Nancy entertain her male friends. She came through the door first and switched on the lights in the living room (two floor lamps on either end of the couch). Then follow...
The light from the window shines into the room. I draw the drapes so I can control the lighting from within. The floor lamp illuminates the living area and I adjust the table lamps on both ends at the couch. Shadows fall where I want them. I am satisfied. I turn the sound system on and find an FM station playing soft, liquid jazz. I look about the room im...
This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The middle section of this story is basically reminiscing about reminiscing and I hope it doesn't become too convoluted. I appreciate any feedback! * My first job out of college was working at an AM radio station. I worked what they call t...
Note- Another tale featuring AVN Hall of Famer Victoria Paris as a modern day cougar. ***** "Got a whole lotta woman, got a whole lotta loving, got a whole lot of Rosie!" Victoria Paris sang along to AC/DC on KBBZ FM as she drove south on US 89-S from Great Falls to Paradise Valley near to Yellowstone. Every Spring she returned to her home State of Montan...
A few years ago I started a story called ‘My Parents Run a Porn Studio, I loved writing it and had so much fun over the years writing it, however it had far too many tangents and I had too many bad ideas for it. I have decided to start again with it, hope you like :) It's been a long day at work, only 18 and I was already tired of work, luckily I was able t...
Chapter Eight: Wolford Hall Horror Transvixen finished their last concert at Chelmsford dance hall. The series of concerts had made Wendy and the band a considerable profit from ticket and bar. They also sold a line of Transvixen band merchandise. Everybody wanted to buy the T-shirts with pictures of Panti and Cherri dressed sexy in micro-minis with their...