"Just try it", she whispered. "I know you'll love it". These words word the start of a journey in to a lifestyle I barely knew existed before I met her. I'd seen gonzo documentaries and the usual clip from sensationalist chat shows but to experience it first-hand explains it all. The primal urge that rests within so many of us was unlocked in me that night...
Dad and the Emo Girl A surprising romance across generations I asked my father to write the story about how he met Colly, the pretty girl who has been his loving consort for the past decade. The following is the recollection the two of them put together with a loving daughter's editing. * * * * * The mall is a place to see people -- mostly happy people....
-Author Note- This is my first real attempt at any story of any genre, I dedicate it to S.B. who has always been a tremendous support and soldier in the battle for pure and simply happiness. It has never been easy, but it has always been a joy. All feedback/critical analysis is greatly valued; I want to get better. Thank you. ***** -Chapter 1- My shoes...
I glanced up at the man, then back down to my sketchpad. I hashed in the shadows on his cheek, the line cast by the frame of his glasses, the dark circles under his eyes. My drawing was not a likeness; it came closer to a caricature - the tired doppelgänger of this nameless middle-aged person, hunching over in front of his MacBook with his coffee removed to...
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't! I hereby gran...
Author's Note: This story is a gradual unveiling of love and sexual tension. It's not a quick-climax party-in-the-pants, so if that's what you're after, consider yourself warned. (I hope to be posting some of those soon, but for now...) I humbly submit, for your gleeful consideration, my first Lit story, my virgin 'baby'. Besides my own hands (and its Godf...
Chapter 1. "Us" -*- Sunday, November 18, 2018 -*- -*- Lake Serenity, Kansas -*- Alexa smiled and methodically moved from one display cage to the next with Cooper, our three-year-old son, hoisted in her arm. The energetic, rambunctious toddler was in quite a happy mood this afternoon - his little eyes surveying everything - as we paid a visit to Hopalon...
Author's Note: Thanks to all of my readers, old and new, for coming along this journey with me. I know it was frustrating to see multiple months go by between chapters. Part of that was due to external circumstances: a new job, moving to a different state, and the stresses that came with it. Part of it was due to my growth as a writer, and demanding better o...
Prologue 'See anything you like?' Charlie looked up hastily from the woman's cleavage. He was usually pretty good at not looking at women who weren't his wife. But this girl, with her shining blonde locks and plump red lips, had drawn his gaze down into the valley between her full, pert breasts. She looks, he thought, like Jane did on our first day of uni...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...