Western Minnesota and eastern South Dakota had been even more boring than driving through Wisconsin and parts of my home state. The forests gave way to plains, to vast reaches of dusty emptiness, corn stretching off into the sun-baked distance like a never-ending muted green carpet. There was very little in the way of human activity between the - usually sma...
Fair warning: There's (almost) no sex in this sex in this story. ***** My Dad shot himself when I was eight years old. Felt like I had to get that out there. When I look back, and try to gauge how much loss I felt at the death of my father, I find myself reluctantly thinking that the loss wasn't that great. In many ways we had already been losing him, e...
Disclaimer: All sexually active characters are age 18 or older at beginning of story. This fantasy is told from the hero's point of view (POV). If male POV is not your preference, your time may be better spent elsewhere. ***** There was this small creek that wandered through Uncle's river-bottom pasture to the far side of his farm lot. And being a yo...
So this is my newest story. I know I've been sporadic in my submissions, but you know how life can be sometimes. I will return to The Punchline, but I think I may rewrite the whole thing, as, reading over it, I felt it was very rushed and, while decent, was definitely not my best work. And I'm a writer for fuck's sake, so I should be rewriting shit cause I'm...
It was a Sunday and I was incredibly bored, not just normal bored but incredibly bored. You see I was suffering from what is medically called senioritis, being a high school senior in the last month of one's education and being out of fucks to give. I just couldn't shake the feeling I wasn't doing what I needed to be doing. I had done all my homework, none o...
Sally Harris was an English teacher in the local public high school. She was 45 years old and somewhat plain looking. She was not ugly by no means but she was not what you would call gorgeous, either. She was 5’ 6'' tall and was slightly overweight but still decent looking. The most noticeable quality that Sally Harris had was her breasts. They were much lar...
The summer sun shines down on my shoulders as Aaron jokes about everything we could do this summer. We have been friends since elementary school. Practically inseperaple, we always enjoyed classes and spending time together. We have shared memories, both good and bad. Most memorably, probably being a double date our junior year, when he tried to impress his...
Mari sat in the store cupboard feeling sorry for herself. She hugged her knees, the wall hard against her back, and the floor cold against her butt cheeks. Damn these stupid cheerleading uniforms, designed for girls with much smaller curves. She ran a hand through her ponytail. It was a nervous tic, but she always liked feeling how silky her dark hair felt a...
(I'm re-writing this story because I thought to limit it to one tale was thinking too small. This way, I can tell more stories about multiple Harem Masters instead of just one. Feel free to add on to it if you want!) People think that Harems are unrealistic aspects of anime and hentai. However, in secret, Harem's are real things, and they come with all the s...
On the prime material plane rested a small blue marble made of dust and creatures who were convinced they existed alone in the universe. Just beneath their universe was another, the Underworld. Within the Underworld a vast cluster of worlds known as Netherworlds, existed. The primary inhabitants of these worlds were known as demons. These ambitious creatures...