This chapter is still sort of a work in progress – there were two additional scenes I originally planned for it, but because of the severe lateness in getting it out, they were bumped to the last and final chapter. So my apologies for such a short (and relatively sex free I might add) chapter, but I promise that the last chapter will make up for it, as well...
(author's note: I wrote this at 18 years old, and even then it was meant only as a humorous satire.) My name is The Red Goblin. I travel the world battling capitalism. The media calls me a super-villain but I consider that to be capitalist propaganda. One day, about a year ago, I glided into Hollywood on my red broomstick-glider. I passed a baby in a strol...
Dale stood there in the dark, watching. The inside light came on in the car, he saw the flash of familiar bare breasts, then the figure behind the steering wheel leaned forward and blocked his view. Dale was supposed to be in Seattle, that was what he had told his wife Sharon anyway. That had changed when he found the note in her purse. Sharon was in the t...
"Are you okay? You were making kissie faces and you said something about you do. Come on get in the shower and wash your hair we need to set it." I dragged myself out of bed and went to the shower. Once I came back out I felt a lot better, more awake. Thankfully Josie didn't pursue the question of my dream. By this time I knew I couldn't lie to her and if...
Ever since I could remember, I've always had a thing for black guys, and it's not an easy thing for an Arab woman to admit. The family in which I grew up is profoundly racist, although they would deny it to no end if queried on the subject. There isn't supposed to be any racism in Islam, that's the fairy tale being preached in every Masjid from Yemen to Leba...
Click Here for Audio Part 1. Click Here for Audio Part 2. Click Here for Audio Part 3. Click Here for Audio Part 4. Click Here for Audio Part 5. * * * * * Crack. The twig snapped under her foot like a firecracker. She stopped. Listening intently for sounds of pursuit. All was quiet. She hurried on. Why hadn't she listened to her friends and stayed in the...
Mike & Karen Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improv...
It was early afternoon when Penny Garson woke for her second full day in her Aunt Sophie's luxurious house. Aunt Sophie, or just plain Sophie, as she had insisted Penny call her, had wanted full chapter and verse on her first time experience with Mark Mason. Her aunt had been amazed that her niece had been out all night, and was interested in every little nu...
"Cut and print it," the booming voice of the Director carried across the sound stage. The four actors on the set, a depiction of a typical mid-American household, froze in place. They had been at it for over an hour now, trying to finish a scene that seemed plagued by one glitch after another. The Director paused for a moment more, then said to their relief...
"At this point, I don't want a boyfriend," said Ann, finishing off her third glass of wine. "I just want someone to sleep with." She finished this thought with a slight smile, as if she was only realizing the truth of what she said in the exact moment that she said it. My wife and I smiled and laughed supportively. We had been hearing the disappointing tal...