First story I've ever posted on this site. Hope you all enjoy. --------------- The world is just a boring, ordinary place from my point of view, but I could just be referring to my own boring life when I say that. As I sit in my bed on this early morning I can't help but believe my life is just all down hill from this point on. Being an eighteen year old y...
Author's Note: This story is the sequel to my Valentine's Day story "The 14th Anniversary". It starts off where the first one ended. The story can also be read as a stand-alone piece. Please review. ------------------------------------ My reflexion in the mirror wall of the elevator carrying me up to our penthouse apartment looked tired. That was to be exp...
It was a Thursday night and I was at the old Boothill Speedway just west of Shreveport, Louisiana. Thursday night is when the owner starts preparing the track. He also lets racers get in a few laps of practice if they needed them. Well, I needed them badly. I had been wrecked the Saturday night before and had to rebuild the whole ass end of my car during th...
"Come here you fucking little slut." "Yes, master." "How fucking old are you?" "Fourteen, master." "Don't fucking lie to me. You are eighteen, okay, slut?" "Yes, master." "Look at my cock, you whore. It isn't even hard. Make me fucking hard you fucking bitch." "Oh, yes, master." "I wanna fuck your fucking little whore face, you fucking bitch. Stick y...
Laurel read hullo_nurse's e-mail a second time. "We have been batting around the idea of a reunion on the BB for some time. I have been chatting with SEAL 6. He and "Sugar", the same Sugar in "Imagine being Sugar" are taking an airplane from Andrews to Hawaii this Friday. They will return the following Tuesday. They are willing to pick up all the gals. Sugar...
Kathie Lee Gifford Elevator Slut By : DickThePimp Just chillin' in the elevator at 30 Rock. The operator dude isn't paying me any mind so I blaze up. Elevator stops. The doors open and in walks the one and only, Kathie Lee Gifford. Damn... I've had a thing for this bitch forever. She still looks good though... especially for 66. White tank top and bra, whi...
This tale is set at a different time and different place, in a simple pre-industrial culture. I've been searching for the right category, and Sci-fi/fantasy seems to be the best fit. This story is the second installment of the series so a quick repetition of some of the "lingo" may help . . . Time is signaled by bell tolls—twenty "bells" a day (one day is a...
She was magnificent. Long and tall, her beauty fit an Amazonian quality. Well over six foot tall with flowing red-brown hair a person could not help but take a deep breath. Her tight jeans and brown boots showed legs long and firm, begging to be in a mini skirt. But what drew the most attention was her super tight yellow sweater, sans bra that shown two perf...
I want to thank my editor Aviant for the fantasic job she has done and her helpful advice. My heartfelt thanks also goes out to Lostchicken for helping me when I was in need. One Heart's Journey Nikita Fraser sat staring at a drab grey wall, but she didn't see it. She sat in a cold uncomfortable chair, but didn't notice. The pain of her loss was so ov...
Chapter 2: Sarah Sarah's Tale Continued; March 1984. Early the following evening saw me back at the Weir house, which was in itself unusual; Dave invariably collected me from the Rugby Club where I spent most Saturday afternoons in the winter. Sarah answered the door to my knock and after a quick glance around the hallway I gave her a brief kiss and gently...