I first noticed him at the opening game of the high school basketball season. I had heard the team was going to be good this year, and wanted to see the top senior scorer. He wasn't the one, however, that caught my eye almost immediately. It was the other senior. The shorter, more rugged guard, who was quick and handled the ball with skill. I wondered who he...
The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events. * When I was in my lat...
THE PROPER RULES FOR STRIP POKER: THE CONCLUSION Author's Note: This story can be read as a standalone piece; but as in the case of the second story in the series, some of the subtler items will be much more meaningful if you have read the original stories, "The Proper Rules For Strip Poker", and "The Proper Rules For Strip Poker: The Sequel". This is my l...
The gist of the game was simple, Dave explained. Everyone had to put $50 into the pot, winner take all. The winner of the game would be the winner of a hand of poker who could dare the loser of the hand to do something they would not do. The only catch was in order win the money the person doing the daring would have to complete the dare themselves. While...
Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Lunch. Work. Come home. Play video games all evening. Sleep. A pretty average day for a gamer like yourself but it took a grueling duration of waiting in order to finally reach the evening! Now that you're home after a long day of work, you can't help but plop down onto your couch with a relaxed sigh. The multiple gaming systems...
***Trigger warning for rape and violent themes in this story.*** Near the end of my 'relationship' with Meagan, I thought I was on top of the world. Summer was here. School was relatively close to being over. I had a girlfriend who seemed to be really into sex, even though we weren't really given many chances to act on it. And best of all, she knew how to...
Introduction, this being the 2nd part, of a 4 part fictional story, told from a women's perspective. Strong language, violence, and a tendency to push racial triggers. No underage shenanigans, in this story. It's about hot moms, getting their rocks off by frat daddies. This is a dyslexic collaboration. Part 2. Sex fantasies, reality, and the transformat...
"Man, why'd you send me to Portland?" "And hello to you, too, Charlie," Darin said into his cell phone. "What's wrong with Portland?" "Do you know how many fucking clubs they have here? They've even got themes. There's, like, a punk club and a fucking hipster club and shit." Darin laughed. "I've never actually visited any strip clubs there. I've just hear...
I was doing a final sound check while Ann was busy sorting out some lingerie from the big box next to the catwalk. It was one o' clock in the afternoon and we were anxiously preparing for the arrival of the models. We had set up the dress rehearsal for eight o' clock that evening. "You'll have to tell me who the new model is; I have to sort these out accord...
Author's Note All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Prologue It's possible I'm not Mr Gallows' favourite person at the moment. It's equally possible that I am in fact his number one favourite person ... OK, top five, whatever. It very much d...