The Superf***er: Saving the planet one p**** at a time Volume 1: A Desperate Plan I watched the waitresses carefully from the bar. They were all hot; this was the Caribbean Zone restaurant on the Las Vegas strip, and all of them were suntan models, waiting tables in bikini tops and tiny, flowery sarongs. I was searching for the target of my first attempt a...
The circus got off to a roaring start from the moment that I walked off the plane. A fellow in a good suit, expensive shoes and a chauffeur's hat was holding a sign with my name on it, 'Mr. P. Wells', or at least most of it. He asked for my Texas Driver's License and actually examined it closely (another sure sign that he was really FBI), then he grabbed my...
It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...
Authors note: This is my entry into the 2015 April Fool's day Contest. Thank you once again to the fabulous Aisie Lynn who lends me her keen eyes so often lately. I hope you enjoy. ~ellie * The Australian summer lingered long into March and with a final burst had turned the sun's full power into creating a hazy, humid heat wave that wilted every living thi...
It was going to be a long flight, 13 hours and 22 minutes according to the itinerary, but Josh Michaels actually resented the fact that he had to fly out of Logan airport more than the length of the flight. He had been the spokesman for his company, Tri-Elite Inc. for 3 years now, and had been on more planes than he cared to remember. This trip to Moscow was...
"Okay, he's awake." Those three words reverberated around the inside of his skull like it had been hollowed out with a blunt instrument, possibly a large serving spoon. He recognised them, he understood their meaning, but was unable to string them together to grasp the context. A dull ache behind his eyes blossomed into a bright white pain as he gradually e...
Chapter Eight Ellie looked at Gabriel Ellington and sighed because he still looked pretty pissed off. She had made a call to him earlier that day, and he had yelled at her for a solid twenty minutes. It appeared that no amount of grovelling would appease him. Finally, Ellie had agreed to meet him and let him do a physical to make sure that she was, indeed,...
David put make up on, and looking in the mirror he liked what he saw. It was as if he saw himself for the first time; a person within being born. Davina came to life. "Oh God! It feels so right!" David remarked, seeing Davina smiling back with Davina's eyes, and not David's. He was looking through a portal into his own true soul, and he wanted to step into...
This chapter is for those of my readers who feel that I end stories too abruptly. Thank you all, though, for the supportive and helpful comments I've received. They're the main reason writers submit their work to this site. Simran strong-armed her boss, and somehow extorted three weeks' worth of holidays. Dr. Welsh fixed things so that I could book my accom...
This is the story about how, when I was trying to teach my wife how to make all my fantasies come true, by embracing her inner slut, she taught me how to please us both, by getting me to embrace fantasies that I never knew I had. I suppose that when I went looking for someone new in my life, after my second divorce, I could have chosen a girl who was already...