It began innocently enough -- on my part, at least. Really sort of accidentally -- this quest of mine. What has become my search, my life! Dave had taken me to an afternoon, outdoor concert, and we were really rocking to the tunes, standing among the crowd, just back of what they used to call the mosh-pit. At the end of one particularly long song, Dave turn...
Claire Fitzpatrick I've found myself on a moral ambiguity kick, a sign of brevity, and had decided to let the world in on my subconscious as I ruminated on 'taboo' subjects. It's not that I wanted people to be repelled by me, but I wanted to be repelled by them, sickened by their own repugnance. I've decided experience in a manner that is absorbing, penetr...
This the second installment of the Four Hour Erection and none of the participants have gotten any younger, so still over 18. ***** This sexual adventure had taken John by surprise. Oh, he knew the girls were desperate and ripe for the picking, but what guy, particularly a tenured professor, ever does anything but fantasize about fucking a cheerleader, let...
Tom's Workshop Lately Tom had been dividing his time between working at the service station five days a week - he worked Saturdays but he took Wednesday off - and Alice. They had incredible sex every day. That took a couple of hours, not counting the time they spent in twin comas afterwards. They talked. They talked about everything - growing up, discoverin...
Gene Therapy – Dose 04B (Acquiring Funding Part 2) An Autobiographical Tale by Dr_Zephyr [[[NOTE: This is part two of a two-part chapter. It follows directly after part one, but you don't need to be super familiar with it to follow along. Obviously, if you haven't read the earlier chapters 1, 2, and 3, parts of this story won't make sense. You can still en...
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A week later Jen woke up from a restless sleep. Mike had long ago left for work. She could hear Maria downstairs with the kids. Her body felt terrible. The cravings were really bad today. She'd finished the new cocaine four days ago. The old cocaine -- the stuff she kept in the shoe box -- didn't seem to have the same potency with her, and it was almost al...
This is the end of this series. For those of you who hated it, it is over. For those of you who enjoyed it, please don't be a silent majority. For those of you who like happy endings, let me say that without giving anything away, please read to the end. As strange as you may find the choices Michelle made, she made those choices of her own free will and will...
Amanda Quinn's life was a simple equation. Unfulfilled potential multiplied by an empty wallet, divided by a bunch of unpaid bills; bills that were strewn across her mini-studio; the one that offered a fabulous view of fifty-seventh street; the walls painted a pristine shade of white; the floors sanded to perfection, stinking of Murphy's Oil Soap. "Bills,"...
Marty Begins Looking for Conrad It took Marty two days to catch up with Harrigan in a greasy spoon on Newark Avenue in Jersey City. "I don't have anything to say to you," Harrigan said. "Yes you do," Marty said with a thin smile. "I heard about you," Harrigan said, "You like armed robbery, right?" "I'll admit to doing time for it, yeah. But what I wan...