Jess and Mike were running their own successful tattoo and piercing studio. Over the years they became quite popular - their detailed and fantastic inking became famous not only in their city but in the whole state. One day they decided to give something back to society and wanted to start some kind of charity. As tattooing, piercing and other body modificat...
Chapter 27 -- Non-verbal communication disorder The semester was drawing to a close. No one was more aware of that than counselor Dr. Lynn Hartman, because she was bombarded with frantic calls from many of her clients, some of whom were going to fail classes, some of whom were worried about leaving the university for the summer, or for good, and some of who...
Vanessa awoke to the buzzing of her alarm clock. She knocked the clock off her nightstand onto the floor. Today was supposed to be a day of fun. Instead, she was going to be alone, again. Her pillow showed the after effects of her sobbing from the night before. Makeup was smeared all over the pillow. She didn't care. She was too numb to care. She and then bo...
Rachel Quinn came from a wealthy family. Her father owned a large hotel chain, and her mother was a successful CEO. Together, they had amassed a large fortune, nearly two hundred billion dollars. Unfortunately, they would never get to spend it fully. On Rachel's 18th birthday, the two died in an unfortunate car crash. Rachel, however, was not heartbroken. Du...
Nightfall. Time to head out in the city looking for adventure. This has been our tradition for as long as I can remember. My name is Kyle Jacobs and I am a rather adventurous young black man living in an undisclosed location in North America. I'm currently in college, studying criminal justice while playing football. These are my stories. I went to pick up m...
Part 1 Late in the afternoon on a Monday, at the home of Daffney Unger, a WCW camera crew has set up four cameras in a room she said was going to be for a Nitro-Fan party. The WCW crew then leaves and Daffney quickly makes changes to the room. First she sets up an altar that has a bunch of publicity pictures of David Flair, lights a few purple and black can...
What the hell am I doing here? It doesn't seem right, lying here with a woman in my arms, gazing up at the stars. I don't belong in romantic movies. I'm the shoot ‘em up, take ‘em down type. "There's Cassiopeia," she said, pointing upward, her soft hair on my chest. I don't bother looking up this time. I'm too amazed that she's here. Hell, that I'm here. B...
'This is frustrating—no, this fucking sucks!' These were the thoughts of the scarlet haired beauty Sarah, staring at her bare self in the full length mirror. Starting from her fair face she sees her red hair, going that there is her deep-forest green eyes complimented by the natural light tan of her white skin. Then she sees her respectably sized chest on...
Let's imagine a world where all the world's religious leaders decree tomorrow that eating is bad, sinful, and wrong, and moreover, that if you absolutely MUST eat, it can't be enjoyable, it has to be bland, without taste, and you have to eat in secret and in shame, and if you enjoy eating that you are a bad person. Almost immediately, your normal, healthy mi...
WEDNESDAY "Andy, sit down here for a second. You're eighteen and a man now, and you'll be on your own at college soon. I just want to tell you...you know you can tell me anything, right? Absolutely anything. I'll always love and support you. You know that, right?" "Yea, dad. Thanks. Can I go now?" "Andy.... I know about the knot," I said, trying to be ma...