Chapter 1: Anja's Old Neighbour It had been a moment of boredom at work, when she'd signed up at the website. It was one of those "old school friends reunited" sites, and she'd playfully added her name and email address, recalling fondly some of her old gossip-circle, her first boyfriend... but it had seemed a cruel twist of fate that the only person who co...
Her face was broken. She hadn't suffered much for it, a little abuse at the hands of the other women, a great deal of teasing in her early years, but now, as a woman, the tribe simply ignored her. She might have liked it, even enjoyed the freedom her deformity allowed, had it not been for Turan. She licked her top lip on reflex. The split below her nose se...
We'd all had a transformative evening forming close relationships with each other. No one wanted it to end, yet the scheduled cruise was coming to an end. The chatter made clear everyone wanted to push it our friendships further and to get time with all of those they hadn't yet been with. With that thought lingering, we all pitched in to gather up the remn...
It was not too long before Harry found himself locked up in Martin O'Grady's basement cellar for the second time. And big Mick and a hand gun was not the right person to argue with, as he sat watching him with a constant evil and cold stare. "Mind if I have a piss?" Harry asked. Mick pointed to the stainless steel bucket in the corner of the freezing cold r...
Lena had me all dolled up in one her insanely expensive dresses that was more like a few scraps of overpriced material than anything else. I was highly uncomfortable in it along with her unimaginably high stilettos. With my hair and make-up done the effect was transformative; I had become my twin. Granted the transformation was only physical, I had no idea...
There she was. Next to the copy-machine, her long, curly blond hair shimmering in the light of the sun falling into our office on the fourth floor. The tight, white blouse she was wearing accentuated her large breasts and the very short skirt she wore barely covered her butt. In an effort to get paper, jammed into the copy-machine out, she was bent over and...
Every year I try to help out the readers with a little 'How To' information. This year I will use some new ideas, good e-mail information and some dumb humor. You may have heard or read a lot of this stuff before but it's always good to read it again. Let me start with the wife and grocery shopping. If you're like me, and she asks you to go to the store for...
My fantasy is different from the ones I have read so far. I really get turned on by it, but I wonder sometimes why I have it. I described it to a friend, which was a mistake. She suggested that something like this must have really happened, but I am certain I have no memory of it. You need to know a lot of my history: My mothers parents died in a car crash...
Eva LeMere sprang from her vanity and ran for her bedroom door. She stood like a goalie guarding the threshold, blocking her four dogs from entering her bedroom. The smallest was the most vocal, also the most difficult to keep out. They had reacted to the noise, come to investigate, to see if it might have anything to do with a threat or perhaps some food mi...
Chapter 1 My name is Allyn Roemer, and these are the events that occurred before the moment I died. The beach by the caves is where I met him. His bronzed curls rushed in the wind as he ran towards me, the sun beaming off of his tan complexion, accentuating the crevices of his abdomen. His face was familiar to an extent or could have just been one of those...