I poked my key into the front door and gave it a turn. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to just grabbing a beer and relaxing on the sofa all evening and watching some crap T.V. I closed the door behind me and threw my bag down onto the hallway floor, the same hallway floor that I had fucked Holly on a few days earlier. What an evening that wa...
My boat slipped almost silently between the broken off remains and the still standing trunks of trees that were submerged when the reservoir was flooded half a century ago. The morning was already getting hot and it was only nine thirty. I deftly maneuvered the aluminum hull between the solid chunks of oak sticking up like fingers from the soft mucky bottom,...
Second chapter of my new series. I had so many ideas at the moment I don't know which one I can start writing, but I guess somehow that's my curse. Maybe a walk with my invisible puppy should clear my thoughts *wink*. Thanks to my good friend Thanos for the help and yes, the fourth satire about the Stones will be about Mind Stone, but I forgot who could be a...
This is a new series featuring Robert Masters, a High School Principal. Unlike the John Law series, which was based on my true stories, this series is completely fictional. The High School Principal is NOT real, the High School is NOT real, and all the characters are totally made up and NOT based on real people. I do not condone any High School Principal hav...
Jennifer Sizemore was a nymphomaniac in training; a size queen that craved big dick. It wasn't always that way. Jenny was an all-American girl in high school. A petite 5'2" and barely 100 pounds dripping wet, she was a district winning gymnast and cheerleader at Highland Park High School in Dallas. She had dated the football team's starting QB and was one...
INTRODUCTION — All people in this story are over the age of 18 and all sex is described as it happened unless I've forgotten something. I can remember most of the sex but there were a few times I was too drunk to be sure. Oh yeah, there is a lot of dialectic slang thrown in here in so please don't ask me if I was born in China or if I am a native speaker. Ok...
I'm sorry it's been awhile since I've contributed, I really appreciate all of you sending me Emails with your comments, good and bad. They've been really helpful. Please keep it up. I have several more stories almost ready for publication so keep a lookout as well and let me know your thoughts. This story is about something that happened to me a few years...
After Lukey baby had made up two of the recipes he'd put three pints of fake jism into the refrigerator, the house reeked of come and so he didn't get over excited Katherine had taken Linda shopping. She was sick of supplying his stockings and he needed more clothes that fitted properly not to mention lingerie, footwear and so on. So his Mistress decided it...
"So we're agreed on these?" Susan Mayer asked her friends, Gabby Solis and Bree van de Kamp. The three of them were sitting at Susan's kitchen table drinking coffee, clustered around a laptop. Gabby nodded. But Bree paused, frowning, "I'm not sure, let's have another look." Susan pressed a button and the first photo came up. It was of Bree and Susan from...
Suddenly, it sounded like the rain out there got a even harder. No, it was the door opening. A late guest? I didn't expect anyone any more. All reservations had shown up already and the few left-over rooms had been snapped up a few hours ago, after which I switched off the "vacancy" sign. All the guests were in their rooms, it was just not the kind of weathe...