Starring: Lady Liberty, as herself G Dubya as the Scarecrow Dicky C as the Tin Man See Pal at the BUREAU CAT Congress in their entirety as the Wuzard The Spook of the Mid-West - Charleton Heston Saddam as the Spook of the Mid-east Ralph Nader as the Good Spook CHATTY CAPPY:, the US intern Yuppies The helicopter pilot The Press US Soldiers Ir...
Starring: Lady Liberty, as herself GW Bush as the Scarecrow Dick Cheney as the Tin Man Colin Powell at the Bureaucat Congress in their entirety as the Wuzard The Spook of the Mid-West - Charleton Heston Saddam as the Spook of the Mid-east Ralph Nader as the Good Spook CHATTY CAPPY:, the US intern Yuppies The helicopter pilot The Press US Sold...
CUTE AS A BUTTON "Three out of four people now believe in angels... What are you fuckin' stupid?!?" ― George Carlin "Isn't that cute as a button?" Phyllis queried. "You bet!" I responded. "The button pressed by el presidente to initiate thermonuclear war," I silently concluded. Am I the only person who's never looked at a fucking button, exuberantly ex...
This story follows on from an encounter between Jay, a young English naval officer home from service off of the Iraq coast, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I’ve written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay’s then from Mrs K’s perspective. This story is dedicated to ‘B,’ who is always a true...
I was just in the middle of writing my third submission when I got stuck. Wrote this quickie for a bit of a break. I needed to unleash the inner cunt within me. I haven't read that many stories here so if this isn't an original idea I apologise in advance. I unashamedly admit that my last story, 'Onslaught', was an amalgam of other's ideas with one new con...
This is a true story by a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing m...
A note from the author: This is love story. If you want a sex story with a moneyshot, this story is not it. If you want emotion, then keep reading. Sure, there is sex involved, but it is secondary. A good song can dredge up emotions and this song is one I had forgotten about from the days when MTV actually played music videos all day long. When I heard it...
Brandon Stokley had grown up pretty rough. He never met his father and his mother, being a commercial pilot, was rarely home. He learned early on to be self sufficient and independent, but had never completely learned to trust people. Throughout his grade school days he'd never started a fight, but never backed away from one. He always had served to stop bul...
Washington DC-4:30 am August 28: As he entered the room he scanned across the walls, just as he had learned at the academy. Left to right, up than down; it was clear as usual, but he needed to take these precautions, his life depended on it. The room was no bigger than a jail cell, and contained only a chair, and a steel desk with a laptop on top of it, it w...
The lights on the Christmas tree sparkled and dance among the green branches and colorful ornaments. Presents were piled beneath the limbs, spilling off of the red skirt and into the floor, testifying to the good year they had. The children would be thrilled tomorrow morning when they emerged sleepy-eyed from their bedrooms to see the wealth of gifts Santa h...