Some readers will be familiar with websites on which prisoners can advertise for penpals. Some may even have met a nice pen pal through one of them. I have; two in fact. Both lifers; and both in for murdering their husbands. It's a bit weird, but the fact that they were killers turned me on. I was not looking for a girlfriend though, and I didn't want some e...
DEEP WITHIN THE HIMALAYAN MOUNTAINS sits a palace that nearly blends into the mountainside, nearly looking like it naturally belongs there. The snow is just beginning to pick up showing signs of an upcoming storm. Up high atop a ridge overlooking the valley and palace sits a dark skinned creature with pointed ears, wild orange hair and a mask similar to tha...
During those weeks I lived almost only off pain medication and water. Every now and then some marijuana as well, if I had the strength to smoke, and sometimes soup, which a girl from the village brought me, and which I forced myself to eat - I hoped it might help me getting better. The girl was short and burly, as all women of the village. Her cheeks were d...
Last Man Standing, Vol. 1 The Sex Boat I came out on deck by the forward pool and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Checking that my handlers were with me, it was time to get down to business. There were probably twenty young women in the forward pool area, most lying out on deck chairs tanning and hoping I would appear. By now, most of them pro...
Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Author's Note: Any resemblance to any Administration living or dead is strictly coincidental. Part 16 The Vice President of the United States looked across the conference table at the Attorney General. He let the A.G. stew in his own juices for awhile. Somewhere there was a leak. He hated leak...
Note to readers: This is only the first half of the story, as it's too long to post all at once. If you like it, I'll put the rest on afterwards. The language may be coarse, but if you're familiar with my work, that's how it is. :) * 1 Deep in the swamps, the ground moved as if it was breathing. It rose up and back down like a living entity. Beneath laye...
Roche swore as she climbed up a set of stairs, one of seemingly hundreds in the massive, sky-piercing 'Tower of Poloskis'. Her plate-mail was covered in blood, soot, trace remains of acid, was dinged and scratched beyond serviceability, and was squeaking uncomfortably with every step she took. Her shield had been swallowed long ago by a sticky worm-monster....
The little guy swam to one of the larger ones and back several times. The last time the big one followed to nudge and thank the longhaired, thin, sad young man. It did not know how to touch a human. The first few bumps pushed Urstain several feet in the chest deep water. In a minute or two, Urstain and the big animal touched, rubbed, lingered and went their...
Disclaimer: This short story is intended for mature audiences. It contains sexually explicit content including oral, anal, bdsm and smoking fetish. If you are under the legal age it is recommended by the author that you proceed no further. The characters and locations in this story are complete fiction. Chapter One Professor Donald Ludwig looked out over...
If you were to disappear, well, if you were to go away is probably a more appropriate term, would anyone miss you, would anyone care? What would happen if you decided to give up your life, to walk away from everything that you know, everyone you know and love, and become someone else, something else. In the case of Bob Gibson, that is exactly what he had to...