The Truest Revenge "Eric. I need to have a word with you," said my boss with a firm look on his face. "Have a seat." The frown which he normally wore was widened today. "There seems to be a problem." "What sort of problem?" "You." I stared at him with shock, I was a perfect employee. "Me?" I asked in horror. "Don't give me that bullshit, Eric. This is t...
The Course of the Pharaoh: Let’s Take a Trip Still stunned by the events that had just occurred in the room behind her, Akriel stumbled down the hall a few steps, then drifted to a stop. They were in total darkness. She could tell the professor was lost in a similar state of astonishment: she could hear the faint noises he made to himself when he was far of...
Ch. 02 – Raven's View of Tammi's Training I can't stand that Tammi bitch! Of course, I know why Sir likes her. She's blond and young and fresh and innocent. She's leggy. She can almost look at him shoulder to eye, unlike me who has to look at him chest-to-eye. She's got a nice face. And she's got those huge tits! G*d, I wish I had big tits! I've got super-...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, livi...
Dear readers – much of the following story is based on fact. I hope you enjoy it! We had known each other for many years, always flirting, always brushing against each other in a sensual way. We met when she was in her early twenties. I was newly married, and some seven years older. She had graduated young, and was an assistant professor at a university...
Probably the one place where having tiny boobs is an advantage is Gym Club. It is difficult for a girl to appear graceful when she has two huge melons hitting her under the chin. I always felt that my body was designed for gymnastics with my slim, supple form and just the right amount of curve in my lithe legs. My bum is probably a little bit too big but eve...
The Composer: A Confession of a Dream * * * For the lion, and the blue boy “What a dream I had, Pressed in organdie, Clothed in crinoline Of smoky burgundy, Softer than the rain…” Simon and Garfunkle, “For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her” I found myself standing before a mirror in an antiseptic, all-white room, wearing an unfamiliar, midnight blue, sleev...
There are times in one's life when the lines between fantasy and reality get blurred. Your imagination can ask you questions the your rationale cannot answer. The wonder of it all becomes your guide into life's mysterious wilderness...and yet somehow the most simplest of things can seem so unreal, as if the mundane no longer exists, or at least, not be ackno...
Itzel couldn't believe her luck. By this time of year, her mother at her age would have been lucky to have caught a baby tapir. But for the third time, Itzel's snare had been triggered. She couldn't see what she'd caught yet, but it was something big. The tree that supported the snare was bent low by the weight. She saw the rope. She saw a thick, meaty anim...
Dramatis Personæ "We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time." — T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding A whistle at noon signaled the end of the Saturday shift. The construction crew locked away their tools and secured the site before heading back into town; except...