Eighth Night: The New Girl By Peethagoras Foreword Many thanks to those who have inundated me with requests for the next episode – here it is! I must apologise for the erratic publishing of my stories, but my professional life takes priority. Even in these days of recession I find that my professional time is pretty well fully occupied, and, being a cont...
This is not an autobiography. The names and events are a product of my imagination although I am certain that things such as I have described happen everyday somewhere. Many thanks to the men and women who form the thin blue line between us and anarchy. Ever since I was a little boy I always wanted to be a policeman. It started when I saw an old black a...
It was Friday night; the rain beat down as Dave headed for the taxi. He climbed in and moved off driving into the night. He hated working the night shift on a Friday night, but he needed the cash. However there were one or two perks to the night shift on a Friday night that made the job all the more worthwhile. Dave had been driving a taxi for a number of y...
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For three and a half months Stew and Sherry were an item. They'd managed a date here and there and were really hitting it off. The 'occasional' rendezvous at work was happening as well but whereas the first couple of times no one had cared, first several times actually. As long as Stew answered his calls and didn't sneak off TOO often, everyone was cool with...
My name is Johnny, by no way do I consider myself a writer in any way. This is a story that I can finally speak about, here is a how One Bath Changed My World. ***** I grew up in upstate New York in a great old city I rather not name here. When I was in my senior year of high school 1984, I started to seriously think about what I wanted to do with my life....
Hi guys!! I'm sorry about the delay in posting this chapter. I'm a full time student so I don't have much time for my writing even though I'd much rather do this than sit at a desk all day. I hope you like this chapter. I'm having trouble finding an editor so please forgive me for any errors. Xoxo Emogirl ******************************** Tristan watched...
You awaken to the sounds of war, 12th century war. Swords clash. Men cry out. You tremble. You look around. It is not your bedroom. These are not your clothes. You are dressed in a rough woven dress right out of a movie. That's it. You are just having a vivid dream. This is just your mind's sequel to the Singing Sword, that silly movie you watched to...
Readers are encouraged to read the first installment of Naughty Nurse Susan before reading this chapter. ***** After ending her shift at 07:30, Susan took the elevator down to the hospital parking garage on Level I. As she stepped off the elevator she was fumbling with her car keys and was not watching where she was going. Two steps later she collided wit...
WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including anal and breeding. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is another story of Zach's special powers. This story was born out of a road trip through the Deep South. It is the day after breedin...