Angela Briscoe 1: Unmasking * DEAR READER: Some jerk hiding under 'Anonymous' has vindictively targeted me on this site this year. Usually identifiable by giving me a 00 rating and acting like a sick virus. Snide personal comments are usual. Please ignore him/her/them and judge my writing as YOU find it. Thank you. Egmont Grigor. Sweet-faced Angela Brisco...
I stared at the page in disbelief, but there it was, plain as day; she had been giving him a blow job and while he was fully erect and enjoying himself, she had taken a zip tie and slipped it around his scrotum and pulled it tight but not tight enough to cause him pain. That didn't come until she had placed another around the base of his cock, then she tight...
Author's notes: BEFORE THE NEXT TEARDROP FALLS Copyright information Recorded by Freddy Fender Words and music by Ben Peters and Vivian Keith Thanks to techsan and LadyCibelle for their more than able editing effort. * ISLA BONITA HOTEL AND MARINA, ISLA MUJERES "Shut the fuck up! You will do whatever I goddamn tell you to do with no more of your lip." I...
(Author's note: This story is dedicated to singer/songwriter Dan Fogelberg, who passed away on December 16th, 2007, due to prostate cancer. He was 56. The song "Same Old Lang Syne" has always been a favorite of mine, and it is upon this song that the following story is based. I hope you enjoy.) *** For the first time in my life, I was not looking forward...
In the hours, then days, after Diane Westhoven's attempted suicide, all of the characters in our little drama underwent profound changes as their role in her near demise became increasingly clear, indeed, became profoundly evident. No one, not even poor Angela White, escaped the bouts of self-examination, and self-recriminations, that followed. And no one co...
I, Rhodri of Kernow, write this in remembrance of my patron, Bishop Asser. The good man loved the House of Wessex all his days and was friend and confidant to Ælfred, whom men now call the Great. Our King now is Athelstan, may The Good Lord and the Saints keep him, and Bishop Asser would have been full of joy to see it. For surely there can have been few Ki...
It was a normal Saturday night for me. I was hanging out online surfing for some porn to whack it to. I'm not a bad looking guy. I'm 6 foot even with shaggy brown hair that has an annoying habit falling into my, "sky blue eyes", as someone once called them. I work out as regularly as possible so my body is nothing to be ashamed of. I guess my cock is a littl...
Yes she was there right in the middle of the sunny afternoon to attend to the crucial match of her newly owned soccer team, the Red Blue Strings. Right at the center of the small Vip area she was a stunning presence. The delicately pale neck and face protruding from her expensive white fur coat, designer wraparound oversized sunglasses covering her eyes,...
Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One Prologue Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't fo...
Being alone in the house was not to my liking. Sleeping alone, eating alone and waiting for the phone to ring were my only reasons for being there. The rest of the time I found other places to go. While alone I had too much time to think. While walking or driving around I could concentrate on seeing new things and not have to think about what I had gotten my...