I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
They say that you never forget about your high school crushes. Personally, I don't know about that so much. I think that the best years of my love life came about while I was in college. So many great memories there. There was this nursing student from the Philippines, an art school girl who liked to be tied up and strangled, and a big breasted redhead from...
Chapter 2 How a Couple found their Inner Selves Chapter Two. A rhythm develops, Franny explores a fantasy. Taylor does his part too, but the experience is focused on his wife not him. ******************* After our second adventure with our favorite statue, we settled into a pattern of how we used it. It was fun to change ourselves every day, but with...
Walking out of the sleazy little strip bar, counting his newly acquired loot, Davoc's wristwatch communicator beeped, and a holographic image of Vee, his ship's holocomputer, filled the screen. "Looking hot, Vee." He said. Indeed, she was. The Computer took the shape of a beautiful young girl with bobbed orange hair, swept along the chin angle at the sharp...
I'm going through a particularly good time of my life just now. I have been married to Andy for four months, we have moved into out new flat in town and I have been promoted to department manager. Tonight we are going to a celebratory dinner for the staff of the department store where we both work, me as boss of Ladies Wear and Andy in Accounts. We helped e...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Whoops! Looks like I wrote a Brod over twice the size of the ones I've been doing lately. This one has swollen larger than any Brod before it, with an impressive length of over 10,000 words. 10,381 to be exact. You really don't have to read the previous stories in the arc for this one to make sense, but it does help. The reason there...
The Goth scene is one typically frequented by thin, angst ridden young people with attitudes to match their black outfits and graveyard themed accessories. Most of them grow out of it by their mid twenties, or so I'm told. I'm obviously not typical, as I'm still sitting here in the Goth club in my mid-thirties, I don't wear all black, and I'm certainly not s...
Maybe it was a freak flare of testosterone in my system or maybe the fact that I haven’t had any action since I had broke up with that bitch Brenda almost two months ago, but when I woke up that morning, I knew that I just had to get laid that day. Between work and a shitload of papers that were almost suddenly due, I’ve neglected my needs. And the morning w...
The adult group met weekly to have 'stimulating discussions of topics of interest' as defined by those who attended. A dozen or so people would sit around and ask each other questions, which as the host or hostess would remind them should be 'interesting' and that the person had a choice when answering: not answer, lie or tell the truth. Usually the question...
As Lily awakened she squinted at the sunlight breaking through her bedroom curtains. Stretching out along her bed the sheets felt way too comfortable to get out of just yet. It was Friday though and Lily knew she had to get up and ready for school eventually. Grumbling a little to herself she threw off the blankets and stared at the ceiling, urging her body...