Hi Bitch, did you miss me? I'm letting you know that I should be home this coming Friday. My flight is from LAX and should be arriving at 1:47 PM. I have let Matt know and he has agreed for you to pick me up. i want you wearing a spring dress that buttons all the way up and stops about 4 inches below your ass along with a pair of shoes with at least a 4 inc...
Will walked a few blocks at a fast pace until Megan found herself in a sleazy part of town she hadn't known it existed. Was that the black ghetto? It was the first time she was there. She had a hard time tottering behind him in her high heels, but the bastard didn't seem to care. "It the bitch really wants it, she must run for it," he reasoned. He stopped in...
"Fuck!" My right ankle twisted on the loose rock, shooting pain straight to my brain. I regained my balance and looked down in disgust; not 15 minutes into the hike and I manage to re-twist my already weak right ankle. There was nothing else to do but limp back to the car and drive home to spend the day icing with my leg up. So much for a day of solitude, sc...
She was like a little girl again looking eagerly out of the car window as it sped through the countryside. Everything looked so new and fresh, so green and alive. For three weeks she had been kept in the house submitting to the sexual whims of her many visitors, and many there had been. She had no idea of the total number of strangers who had used her body,...
"Where the hell is he?" Zil muttered to herself as she looked around the crowded bar for her friend John. He'd been gone for ages, last seen fighting his way through the tightly packed throng ten minutes ago to get them both another drink, and still not yet returned. Zil sighed, and swivelled around on her stool looking at the people about her all laughing...
Dennis Peck was absolutely livid as he looked at his watch. Sarah, his new girlfriend, was 45 minutes late! That does it, he thought. I am dumping her sorry ass today! He walked out of the bookstore, got into his pickup, and drove back to his apartment, quite ready to dump his detestable girlfriend. When he got there, he saw Sarah, sitting on the sofa, wait...
Goddamn, but Coach was a bastard. The tunnel-visioned SOB couldn't think of anything but football, so when I missed a couple of weight lifting sessions to study for my organic chemistry final, he reduced my scholarship because I wasn't "committed enough to football". So instead of taking that time off to get in shape, I spent the summer of '78 walking the st...
Greetings. The name is Trevor. A tall, good-looking Black man. You're familiar with my work. I am the Trickster. He who travels from place to place, amusing himself at the expense of the self-righteous and nasty people of the world. Those who think they're all that. Currently, I'm on vacation. Just hanging out with my buddies Jason Lombardi and Kyle Fresno L...
Frodo Baggins stared out his window at the approaching storm. It was early September, and it seemed the weather that week had gone haywire. He felt the bulge in his trouser pocket; the Ring of Power seemed to hum to itself as lightning played across the horizon and thunder grumbled in the distance. His friends had gone down to the Ivy Bush for a few pints an...
I pop into the office for one last look around before I go. I've still 4 hours to kill before I have to be at the airport. 2 weeks holiday in Europe with Barry. God I hope he doesn't turn out to be too weird. I need the time away from work and most especially from my cheating bastard of a lover. Let's be exclusive he says and I managed for one whole month wi...