Monique was in trouble. She was fucked. Both literally and physically. She had lost a bet at work with her boss. Her punishment: she had to come to work the next day wearing the shortest mini-skirt, thigh high stockings, garters, fuck me pumps, and no panties. She wasn't allowed to wear a coat to cover up either. She had to walk out in public like that. Appa...
The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I've been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I wa...
After I retired as a professor of English at a small New England college where I had worked for many years, I occasionally made some extra money by working as a substitute teacher at the local high school. But basically, I hated it. About 20% of the students were actually eager to learn and worth teaching, 50% didn't care one way or the other, and 30% would...
The Other Girl I guess I should've known how things would end up. I mean really, how thick did I have to be to have missed such an obvious conclusion? Maybe I can change things this time. * Day 1 Things will be better, I tell myself. I plug my phone into my car stereo and flick my thumb over the playlists I have saved and pick 'fiesty'. I set my phone in...
I am Jack Z, the infamous bounty hunter based on the lunar colony, and I had found myself in a large, dirty spot of problem. To say it plainly, I was in a suitcase and some enhanced hoodlum had chopped of my legs and my arms with a brutal, unregistered chainsaw whip. It wasn't the first time for me and years ago I replaced my limbs with insensitive plastic...
The full moon alone lit the quiet streets of Whiteport on a still night. It illuminated the filth and grime, while the common beggar, doomsayer, and street rat hid from its celestial glow. Two lone figures made their way through the streets with no fear, despite the inherent danger involved from wandering around the port city’s streets in the dead of night....
Chapter 1: Guns and Cum Sarah Ranger got out of her brand new luxury car and headed down the alley way to the entrance of what was probably the seediest gun shop in the city. It was in the worst part of town and at this time of night the streets were filled with crack whores and drug dealers all of whom were looking to make it big as best they could. This w...
Flash-forward The bondage scene I played with Tip – the linguistic ceremonials of it, the simultaneous denial and desire – came back to me vividly several years later, after the fall of the Tip line. You have to realize that before the attacks began, the top brass at Hayama had us all convinced, company employees and public customers alike, that Tactile Ima...
" 'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring...... As you can probably tell, not a whole lot was going on! So yeah, it's not exactly the Little House on the Prairie but our home sitting squarely on the Nebraskan high plains in a small mid-western township, is if nothing - congenial living. OK, so it was construc...
**This is the second part of the story. Your feedback will keep this story alive and keep me posting chapters.** Chapter 1 As the Boeing 747 made its final descent into the Los Angeles International Airport I felt my stomach begin a dance around my ass. I clutched my notebook for all it was worth, like my thoughts on the paper would protect me from what wa...