Free or not so free speech: Free speech? What a crock. There is nothing free in life and speech is no different. I remember back in the sixties, when" Hell no we won't go" actually meant something. Now a days kids say that, when it's bedtime. In order for anything to mean something it has to be fought for, it has to be earned, it has to actually affect your...
Ryu Murakami's first novel, Almost Transparent Blue, won the coveted Akutagawa Prize in 1976, for his semi-autobiographical story of teenage experimentation with sex and drugs near a US Military Base in Japan. He continues his exploration of the decadent, dark side of Japanese society in Coin Locker Babies (2002) and in his most recently translated book In t...
Hi everyone. This is the penultimate episode in the story! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely...
Author's Note: It has been ten years since I've written a story, let alone my first attempt at erotica, so please bear with me through this fictional tale. There are so many alternate endings for this, it was next to impossible to choose one. Enjoy. ***** It had been a long, relaxing week spent house sitting at the McCarthy household. At forty five years o...
Two seconds following where we left off on chapter 2: There she was, surrounded by six of her former students. She was holding the hem of her dress up so that her unshaven hairy cunt was exposed for all of them to see. She pirouetted, grabbed the side of the hem, lifted it, and proudly displayed her globular, gym-hardened ass for their inspection. "Like wha...
BACK TO WORK WITH INTERRUPTIONS I sort of woke up when Jan was getting ready for work, then dozed until 9:30, when I sat up in bed, ready for action. I grabbed the bedside phone and called the Sheriff. "How'd you sleep?" he asked. "Soundly, with no bad dreams or anything. I guess my mind was busy processing everything that I'd learned from leading that rai...
Chapter 39 O'Leary's Savings and Loan Michael did not tell anyone about the thirty-five million dollars or about the idea of starting a new neighborhood bank. He wanted to wait until after the wedding when he would tell Gabriella everything while away on their honeymoon in Ireland and Italy. They had agreed that they wanted to show one another the countries...
There's no reason to give a complete background of my life or describe everything about me to relate my tale. The only salient facts are: that I spent my life until I was twenty six having women chase me because they saw desirable qualities in me that I'm not sure are really there; I am college educated; and I have a good job in the marketing department of a...
Dr. Dunhaven chuckled amiably at the shared witticism, as he stood, assessing appreciatively, Ms. McCarthy, the receptionist and office manager at this, his Canadian base – this large, up-scale specialists' clinic in Toronto. He was impressed with her – Geraldine – and her vivacious, business-like manner. As office manager, she was very efficient, and virtua...
The world was simple and unchanging. There was the Pan, that endless expanse of hardpan and brush that surrounded everything. There was the Tribe. There was the Home. That was all. That was how it had always been. That was how it would always be. The men of the Tribe would hunt the Rach and Drom and Kett out on the dry Pan during the day and watch the sky at...