Sherlyn's marriage Ch.01 By Dan57 from an idea by an anonymous reader Sherlyn's marriage turns less congenial than expected Note from the writer : when you send me a proposal for a plot, don't forget to leave an address for the reply. I may need further details about the story! * Mr. Gupta had recently decided to leave England for a while letting Joan...
Shelly was enjoying life. She had gotten a decent paying part-time job that allowed her to have all afternoons off. Most days she spent at home doing chores or hanging out, but at least twice a week she would go to the movies. That meant sometimes she was seeing the same movie a couple times. This day she was seeing a movie for the third time. The movie was...
THE EVOLUTION OF TRUCK FLASHING Many of you are new at this flashing trucker game and may think it's only been around since modern tractor trailers became widely used. Well friends I'm gonna tell you just how it all began. Don't bother looking this up. What I have to write is all true. I should know, I just made it up myself and truckers don't lie. I suppo...
Chapter 1: Memory Lane "I'd punch two clowns and kick a mime for a freaking drink right now," Shawn groaned. "I know. You've said this twice now baby, but we are almost there," consoled Vanessa, giving her man a sympathetic smile. The muggy summer night was uncomfortable and oppressive even with the top down on her skimmer. Even the wind was hot on their...
In my gap year, between college and University, I stayed in India with my sister and her new husband. They'd married in the summer and I joined them, traveling alone, in the September. They lived alone in Agra, in a sixth floor flat with a view of the Yamuna River. On my third night I was sitting up in bed, struggling to sleep - jet-lagged, the dogs barkin...
It's another cold night in the Windy City as Sharon leaves her job as a dancer at the Titty Lounge. Tonight was a better than average night for the young ebony teen (having just turned nineteen the month before). In her backpack-like purse she has well over $300 dollars in profits. "Not bad for an eight hour shift,"she thinks as she waits in the plastic cha...
I should have known that he was up to something when I saw him wearing a long rain-coat on a hot humid afternoon. Sure, it had rained earlier in the day and it was still cloudy, but it definitely didn't look like it was going to rain again. He probably prefers wearing it to carrying it, I thought to myself. He was tall, 6'3" or 6'4" and well built. He had a...
Nearly two years ago I took the overland train from London Bridge to Charing Cross to meet a married friend with whom I was having an on/off fling. It was a very hot, sunny late-afternoon, and I managed to grab one of the few remaining seats in the packed carriage. It was in the middle of a row, and opposite and just to my right was a pretty, petite, black-h...
When I took my old friend Rita to a naturist spa (with my wife's encouragement) I thought that it would probably be a one off. I had never expected her to go along with it, but she had adapted really quickly and seemed to enjoy it - I certainly enjoyed finding out what she looked like naked after many years of wondering, and although she was now in her 40s s...
Arlot is an Indo-Australian art community started in the early 80's by a group of people migrated from India to Australia. Native Australians, second and third generation Indian immigrants are an integral part of this community. Arlot has become more of a sub-culture in the southern part of Western Australia where this community functions. It is an invite-on...