This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Finally free, my life without the telephone, the television, and the Internet is better. In my new daily celebration of Earth Day, not wasting water and electricity, and driving an economical car, I conserve energy and preserve natural resources whenever I can. Other than recycling, which I do, I don't wea...
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD, or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** About a year ago... "So, is this really how you want to spend the rest of your life?" Daisy questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Well...?" Ruby purred seductively, "As long as you come see me every day, it could be fun."...
(Note: If you haven't read the original Mistaken Identity I recommend doing so. See Author's Note at the bottom.) You sit on the unforgiving metal bench of the antiquated ex-military cargo plane. The repetitive shaking and jostling is killing your back and ass, and that incessant deafening droning of the big propeller engines has you believing your hearing w...
Continued from here I stand up, pausing my ritual for her graciously. My hands do not touch hers as I take the plate of offerings from her. The rim of the plate is encircled by a serpentine jasmine garland. Nestled in the heart of this garland is a riot of colours — incandescent red oleanders, igneous palash and at the heart of the heart, a wide-open golden...
I have complained twice about how the Survivor contest works and my complaints were not well received, an understatement. The hostile smugness of the response to my comments surprised me and made me realize that there is nothing funny or fun about the Survivor Contest. This is a very serious competition, indeed. After all, there is money involved and whenev...
All was going well with the show that night, the crowds were loving every heated moment of it. Manson was near the edge of the stage, bent down onto one knee and holding himself and his mic stand close to the ground as he screamed into it, the lucky fans closest to the stage were screaming and reaching out to their idol, as though somehow doing so might brin...
Stardust: Indian wife and Black Adonis Author's note: The following story is a pure work of fiction, all characters and events in the tale are imaginary and fictitious. Although, human imagination is also influenced by external stimuli. In the case of author, someone has always served as poetical inspiration to imagine, fantasize, think and write. So, this...
Your name is John, and you would not call you the best looking guy in matter fact you looked very average. You would often be bullied by the same kids and got worse as you grew older especially in High School. The ring leader was star football player, Jake, whom happen to dating the girl that you have the hots for, she is a bit of an idol for the school, Nat...
"Shit!" said Simon, as a thin trail of semen slithered through the red hair of his freckled thighs. "We've just been making love. Fucking, even. Is this really the time to be speculating about Virginia Falls?" "That is why we're here!" said Lisa. "To see Virginia Falls. If it wasn't for the International Dot Com Convention we'd never have travelled from Bas...
You can own a great many things. Possessions are always beautiful, they are always taken out of jealousy. A Mercedes is comfortable, it’s power is unquestionable; the way that the leather feels on skin, the way the seats embrace the occupants, the radio sings as beautifully as a siren; but the car isn’t owned for it’s creature comforts. Its owned out of jeal...