Jason Summer, the narrator, is a completely fictional person. The stories featuring him are also completely fictional. They have some continuity to them, but are designed to be a series of stand-alone stories that can be read in any order you so choose. Also, Jason Summer lives in a world with no STDs and 100% effective birth control. We do not. Please don'...
From the writer: While in school I went to see a performance of the play 'Our Town' by Thornton Wilder. It captivated me because it lacked any type of scenery, set or prop. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before in the theatre. This minimalist approach to storytelling stood in stark contrast to other plays that attempted to make the action as real a...
I spanked Jackie harder this time but she continued to giggle. "It's ok babe, I don't know why but I just can't take you seriously doing this." she said mirthfully. I looked down at my girlfriend, miffed at first, then I started to laugh with her. We had been together almost a year and we were trying to mix it up. Jackie loved sex and I was always trying...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
Prologue Chains rattled harshly in the predawn hours, breaking the silence of the quiet basement. A low growl followed and then the sound of a body hitting the cement floor. A gasp and the sound of water hitting the floor was almost anticlimactic as the single light in the center of the room was turned on, it's bright cone of light spotlighting the bloodied...
Valentine's Day, a crock of a holiday in Evan's mind, invented by the greeting card companies to make a quick buck during a slow time. A small part of him admired the genius in it, but mostly he loathed the idea of a holiday that by design messed with the emotional state of every man and woman in America. "Well not every man," he thought to himself as he st...
It's that time of the year again, when cold weather sinks in, and people start that old tradition of Christmas shopping. So many people stress out, not knowing what to buy, or who to buy for. And the fact that we are programmed that it is better to give, only adds to the stress. But not me, I enjoy giving, and even though I'm a college student on a tight bud...
All charactors in this story are at least eighteen. It is based on real experience but the names and some events have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty too. * * * * * All characters in this story are at least eighteen. It is based on real experience but the names and some events have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty too. Hav...
TWO WIZARDS The place was a whirling cacophonous jostle of laughing, shouting, some impatiently crying, children - each one hell-bent on obtaining their choice, that is until they saw some other child's undoubtedly even better one. It was my first taste of the pre-Halloween hell of hiring a child's costume - but then in the year since the divorce I had had...
My name is Sara . After I read Bob's first piece of writing called The Exposure of Sara concerning me, I asked him if I could tell the rest of the story myself and he publish it under his name and he was gracious enough to give his permission. I mean, nothing against him personally but the man writes so stilted. By the way, my nickname from childhood has bee...