"Last call" the bartender says as I down my ninth shot of jack and sip on the remainder of what's left of my overpriced Long Island ice tea. "You sure you don't need me to call you a cab?" the bartender asks. Drunkenly I slur, "No I'm good. I can call a friend." He nods in agreement and lets me finish my drink in peace. I debate on who to call, who would...
16 The Fuck Factory Carmel drew back the large red door marked Studio 1 and stepped inside to see a young woman with a clipboard watching three prisoners being cuffed and chained while a fourth prisoner was slipping into a dark blue leotard. Carmel recognised the producer. "Sasha. We meet again. How is life in Hollywood?" "Very good. I'm making a lot of...
It was late. Martin had lost track of time but it had been dark for a while now and it felt like they'd been waiting forever. He stood, staring into his own dim reflection in the airport window, beside his girlfriend Ali. For her part she looked just as bored, but she'd turned her head away from him - her cute little way of telling him she was annoyed. Funny...
"Earth Day? Are you serious?" I heard my friend Eric's voice over the headset and my face fell. Once again here was the guilt trip. "We have to take care of the earth or it wont take care of us Marcus, don't you see?" I rolled my eyes and agreed, signing myself up for another lame day wandering through the forests doing nothing to improve it other then wan...
Lydia sighed softly as the spring nights breeze rolled through her hair, flinging it lightly backwards over her shoulder. She could feel the tension of the long week leaving her body while she rested her arms on the metal banister of her friend Sheri's small balcony and stared out at the neon vista of the city. A cold can of Sheri's boyfriend's latest homebr...
To all, Due to the interest in this series, here is part 5. This chapter is back to the action of previous chapters. Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr. ***** Par...
(Author's note: I've written this, a sequel to Wolf at the Door, in response to the wonderful positive comments I've received – thank you all for taking the time to express your opinions. I don't think it'd be necessary to read the first story to follow this one, but if you wanna, and leave some more comments, feel free!) Samantha Brennan was dabbing a few...
Charisma watched with disgust as Zaide paced the length of her room. He'd long ago sent Nadia back to the place he'd kept her; she wasn't sure if it was another room or some sort of warped dungeon made to keep her friend traumatized. The longer she remained in the same space with the demon, the more she wished she had the power to destroy him. What made matt...
Foreword The naughty bits start in Chapter One. The Institute – A Description This series of tales is about the activities that take place in a modern B.D.S.M. brothel. * The owner is one Madame Wanda. The Madame has a large trust fund so running the Institute is a matter of passion for her; it isn’t just about the money. She runs a stable of male and...
*** Hi there guys!! The idea popped into my mind while I was driving around the town a few days ago. I figured I'd write a story on some of the characters: Our lovely rebellious Gracielle T Thorn (Uh, Ruben LOL) of course The charmingly hot Ruben Alpha wolf (LOL) – James E Ruben And finally the handsome love-struck obsessed Jerry H Thorn. I've set th...