Warning this story was written in England by an Englishman. It utilises English vocabulary, spelling and grammatical conventions; some readers find these disturbing. * The instant I entered the building Syd, our porter, head of security and dedicated Sun reader accosted me. "You're to go straight up and see Mr. Briggs hisself." I plodded towards the stairs...
Evan Wells epitomized success. As the CEO for SoDak Game Studio, he took the gaming world by storm. His small team of talented developers just dropped Xbox blockbuster "Dragon Dodgers II". It was the sequel to a title many critics considered to be the breakout hit of the year. Evan leaned back in his chair and smiled smugly. "'Children of the corn' my ass,...
The events here are fictional. Some of what I write is true, but most of it is fantasy. Sports fans found the last Super Bowl Sunday to be very much anti-climactic and disappointing. In my case, that night could have hardly been more memorable and life affirming. But allow me to tell you something about myself: My name is Sally. I had spent over twenty...
Chapter Thirty-Six "No, there is absolutely no way to make someone's will, after it's been through probate, bend so you can get information from the beneficiaries about the decedent if it clearly states that to be taboo," Peter J. Petralli, the Sand Bar County District Attorney, informed both Clark, Jones and their shift boss Captain Tina Curry. "There is o...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older. Content Warnings: Huge penis, excessive cum, dog-girl. Chapter 2: Things Change Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sport...
1 A skimpy return home "Hi Ryan," Mandy says as she enters the front door. "I didn't expect you home so soon, honey." She said still a bit effected from the "wine" this afternoon at Sabrina's house. "Well, it's passed 7 Mandy," Ryan said with a hint of vexation that she didn't tell him at least where she was and that she would be late. Ryan was sitting o...
This is one of those stories most often confessed to priests, psychiatrists and cops as, "This wasn't me ... You see, I have this friend, who told me..." Such is the case here, as, of course, this could have never happened to me. *** While driving down a lonely highway one night, not long after a familiar old song on the radio had faded away, a friend I'll...
(For readers outside Australia, a few notes: University = College. Colleges are the residential halls attached to Universities. Uni usually begins around the beginning of March. Mobile = Cell Phone. Summer begins on December 1. Chips = potato crisps, unless they are hot and then they = French Fries. Bathers have different names even in Australia = togs = swi...
I'll start with a confession. My name is Sarah, and I'm a masturba-holic. I know that's not a word, but you get the idea. My motto is you should have sex on a regular basis with the person you love the most, and for me, I'm it. I've been hooked on masturbation ever since having my first orgasm, brought on by my own fingers in the bath. And later, when my co...
It is a cold and blustery morning in early March as I sit at the kitchen table reading the help wanted ads in the local week end paper. Wrapped in my warmest pajamas, slippers and bathrobe I am still chilled to the very center of my bones. The furnace is out, again. Thank God the girls are away for the weekend, one at an all weekend sleep over, and the other...