This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post war-time, 1960's-esque civilisation. Miranda, a buxom girl of big heart and even bigger breasts, and her friend, Jane, a small and stout beauty of dark hair and hypnotisingly striking features, find discarded barrels of alien fluid. Overcome by the mind c...
Brett was a bit of a science geek. In addition to his entrepreneurial and inventive streak, he was fascinated by everything related to space. In another life he could have been Elon Musk. Instead, he was Brett Richardson with his beautiful wife Angela and their two wonderful children. So, when a total eclipse was going to happen, he was definitely going to g...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was eighteen when we moved, that is my father and me. My mother had left a year or so ago. I don't know why they split, they never talked to me about it, but I think my mother had been seeing someone else. My Dad met Rosemary soon after. She was in a similar position to him, bei...
I had been casting from the front casting position in our tournament quality bass boat while my identical twin brother Aaron casted from the rear position when he started the conversation that would change both our lives and the relationship the four of us had shared for the past six years. We were pre-fishing before the next bass tournament we were entered...
The Bella twins were in a good mood, seeing ad they had just defeated Eve and Kelly Kelly for the second week in a row. They were walking to their bus, Nikki, wearing a tight black shirt and a white miniskirt and Brie wearing a tight white shirt and a black miniskirt, when they noticed R-Truth sitting in a chair with his head down and his shoulders slumped...
After contributing so many pieces on the ways of the flesh to this site, I thought I might contribute at least one piece of the ways of the soul to provide some balance. (This subject is what I focus on my other life.) Do you survive the death of the physical body? That depends on what you are. You may not be what you think you are. You, like Scrooge, may n...
It was a late Indian-summer week in Berlin. My colleague Philip met me at Tegel airport mid-afternoon. This visit was planned as mostly vacation, just a touch of work to make it properly chargeable to our grant. I would be staying in his ground-floor visitor's apartment rather than in some faceless hotel – reciprocity for similar hospitality on my part every...
Your is an adjective. Your is the possessive form of the pronoun you. Your may be used as a modifier before a noun: "Put on Your jacket." "You may list Your accomplishments." Your may be used to indicate something that belongs to a person/one/thing. "Your best chance here is to punt." "The best view is on Your right." "All right, Rover, this is Your doghou...
solemnly, i slowly open the thick, wooden door and peer through the dimly lit room. it is just as i had expected. i enter slowly, almost with a resignation. as i walk barefoot into the room, i know what is to come. i am not greeted, and though i am examined by hunting, darting eyes, no one moves toward me. the room is large, perhaps the great room of a gothi...
The silence on the floor was genuinely eerie. Jason seemed to be completely alone, in the middle of the morning and on the home-turf of a busy academic department. He saw not a soul until he arrived at the department secretary's door. That soul was Anita -- a stunning late-thirties Ethiopian-black woman whom he'd helped find this job some years before. Sinc...