Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
Warning: Parts of this series contain violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this. Just...
...Turbulent seas and tempestuous relationships are both difficult journeys I've always savored the salt of the sea in my nostrils whether off the unbounded coast of Maine or the low country ebb and flow of Charleston, SC so when the Black Rand offered up the "Siren's Song Story" I had to at least try. I've admittedly written a much longer tale than I would...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
Previously on "Midnight Movie Club" - Four college students cross paths at the beginning of their freshman year at Farragut College; military brat and film lover Julie Wyndham, laid back musician Cole Scales, modern-day flower child Eleanor Freeman, and kind and outgoing Alexander de'Armound. The pressure of midterms leads to a variety of carnal activities...
EARLIER: Part I - Foreplay: On my first visit outside Europe during my college years, during a 3-month exchange programme, I was introduced to the exotic allure of a rustic Indian woman. My part-time maid, Meena, a village woman working in Bombay, acquainted me with the erotic secrets of her body and a subtle journey into the salacious depths of her soul, th...
"Boom" chapter archive (through Boom 20) translated by Hiroko: I can tell you about a different man I saw, also before Mitchell, of course. His name was Nat. I decided to write about us in the third person, not using "I" but "she" for myself. Maybe that makes the story clearer. And it's past, after all. Poof part 1 This is the story, a short one, of...
Dear reader, I've written this story for the inaugural 'In a Sunburned Country Event', for both my enjoyment and yours. I self-edited, and although I've proof-read several times, the time came when I needed to stop playing with it and put it out there. Anyhow, I've found the best way to discover an error is to publish, so apologies for any mistakes. The ev...
Author's Note: A big thank you to the ever-lovely Randi for organizing the "Highway Song" event. To my team F.R., D.A., Laura L., Barry J., and Steve M. for being some fantastic betas. Dedicated to the two writers Bebop3 and MsCherylTerra, without whom this story would have never been finished. I am eternally grateful. — This story is set in 1993, a time...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *You never really know what you can'tdo until you've tried to do it and failed* **This is NOT a political commentary; ... public personalities have been butchered in order to make the story light-hearted** * {4:45 am Friday, August 29th ~ 1...