THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING PARODY HOMEY... IT IS NOT REAL... BUT ITS FUCKING HOT This is my homage to one of my favorite movies... Friday... This is like the white trash cousin version of it... It's sleazy, kinky, filthy and oh yeah, it's freaky as shit... Blaze a blunt or pop open a case of Bud... Or both... Get ready to get freaky... Enjoy CAST: Dick (Me)...
This is a series not for everyone. If you're looking for a quick tale that climaxes in...well, a climax, there are hundreds of other enjoyable stories. As a series, which moves more slowly, it's best to read earlier chapters, especially 1 & 2, to witness Deirdre's gradual departure from naiveté to...being not so innocent. It's kind of like real life. Adu...
"Are you here?" were the first words I heard when I answered my cellphone as I pulled my carryon luggage behind me on my way to customs at Trudeau Airport in Montreal. It's Lover, and he's anxious, which is unusual. "Yes, I'm going down the escalator to Immigration right now," I said. "But hello to you too, and yes, the flight was fine." "Sorry, work's bee...
This is a work of fiction. The characters presented in this are entirely made up and not based on anyone living, dead or from a galaxy far far away. Any similarities to actual people or situations is a damn shame. Thanks to Phantom Stranger for looking it over and offering advice/suggestions. * Megan cruised down the highway, and attempted to pay attention...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccasm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to t...
Regrets and Signals The day after her trip with Antwan, when the rush had fully subsided, real life raised its ugly head. Jessica was at home when she was suddenly hit by an overwhelming wave of guilt and fear for her future. She was honest with herself - she hadn't been forced into doing anything out in H-town. She'd been felt up in a public restaurant, s...
So... I never got over the things that happened to me in high school. I never moved on with my life. I existed. I allowed myself to live in the moments of my greatest humiliation. I lived tied up in that van where they pissed on me, lived in that pool of filth. I don't know if I've really lived anywhere else since, until Gordon and Dick Bigsuit came into my...
Part 1. James in Wonderland James sat in the dark booth. It was just as Brent had described it. Small, but with enough room for a single person to sit comfortably. The television was set into the wall, a series of buttons were arranged to the right, below the slot for dollar bills. The distinct smell of semen lingered in the air. He fed it a few dollars an...
"Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written." * Beth drove me to work the following day, so I could pick up my PC key. I needed my pin number, so I could log i...
Author's Note: I forgot to mention it with Chapter 9, but thank you to all my beta-readers and proofreaders. If you notice a marked improvement in my writing and the absence of silly typos, they're the ones to thank for it. **** She couldn't escape the smell of iron. Everywhere she went, she could smell the scent of Sylvia's blood. When she closed her eyes...