Jane was sure she knew Charlie and that she knew him well. After all, she and he had been friends on Facebook for several months now. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg's ingenuity and generosity, they'd been able to chat and discourse for hours on end without once having actually met one another. And tonight was the evening when, at long last, Jane would actually me...
Freddie hires a Muse to help him write an Anal story. "Hey, Freddie, how you doin'? Long time no see." "Hi, Vinnie, how are you?" "You wanna go get a beer and catch up on what's happening in the old neighborhood." "Gee, Vinnie, I'd like to but I have an appointment." "Appointment? What'd you have a girlfriend on the side?" "Nah, today is my day to see...
Joan Hawkins drove her late-model Prius into her subdivision after work on a early December evening. The sun had already set and her neighborhood was quite dark. She could see the bluish flickers of her neighbors who had already started watching TV. It had been a long day at her job as an administrator at the local community college and she was looking forwa...
JUAN CARLOS "The end move in politics is always to pick up a gun." ― R. Buckminster Fuller "Put the gloves on," Juan Carlos whispered, as he unbuttoned a shirt six sizes too small, exposing more hair than the clogged drain at a dog washing kennel. "I don't wanna put the fuckin' gloves on," I thought to myself. "It's bad enough my cock has seen the inside...
It's been a bad year. My girlfriend kicked me out of her apartment when my unemployment ran out and I couldn't find a job. It didn't matter that there were no jobs. She moved someone else in, someone who could help her with the rent, her sister. It wouldn't surprise me if the two of them were having an incestuous lesbian relationship. They both nag at me the...
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident." ― Arthur Schopenhauer The cactus outside the sex cinema was more twisted than the belief Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump actually care about us. I sat in a bug-baked jalopy, gazing through the greasy windshield at t...
Hello, there. My name is Alice Watkins. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous Irishwoman living in the city of Boston. I hail from the city of Galway in Ireland. My family sent me to America for my college education. We do fairly well for ourselves. My father owns Watkins Enterprises, a multi-million-dollar textile business. He's well...
"Sweetie, you seem nice but I have to be real with you, I don't play with young Black men in the world of BDSM because they all have a macho complex and they're allergic to Femdom," Zainab Sheikh said calmly, looking the brother standing before her up and down. Whoever said they don't make brothers like they used to wasn't thinking about this one, Zainab tho...
Sitting in my friend's living room in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario, I looked at Rhianna Brandon and smirked. If the Broncos lose to the Seattle Seahawks, her fine-looking, simply enormous chocolate ass is mine to do with as I see fit, that's the bet we had. I watched Russell Wilson and Richard Sherman massacre Peyton Manning and the Broncos and smiled con...
That evening I went to dinner at Donna's house. Donna opened the door and was beautiful in her little black dress. She wore impeccable makeup, stiletto heels, black nylons. I felt like a frump in my plain outfit. She explained that her husband Mary Lou just got home from work and was upstairs changing. We talked and drank daiquiris for about a half hour...