"Get a move on Pedigo, I wanna go home before I clock back in tomorrow." "Tall order Munchkin." Zach Pedigo laughed at his co-worker and site boss the adorably spunky Stormy Belair. She being a midget the heckle went over like a brick. "Tom Hardy har har!" She replied connecting his resemblance to the actor. "Don't make me use that dick of yours as a step...
(Note to readers: this story continues the Sunita/Uncle Shom series. It incorporates situations that readers have said they want to see develop between the two. All stories are self contained and can be read on their own. That is the reason I prefer not to serially number them. Those who wish to read the previous episode should look up "Uncle Shom and Sunita...
He heard music in his dream, something that sounded an awful lot like 'woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late...' and felt a little confused. Why was Paul singing in the middle of a dream? 'Or...am I dreaming?' Then he smelled coffee, heard someone walking around...
Merton felt like he was wearing the most heavily armed wedding cake in the universe. His arms were thrust outwards and his legs were spread, and he simply stood perfectly still as intersecting layers of highly complex nanomachines and magical circuitry flowed around his limbs like thick, taffyesque water. He looked down at the billowy, white material, then o...
[Author's Note: As usual, I would like to thank my editors: Bigg Mike, Captain Krunch, Rex and Latina. Without them, this chapter would have been just stuck in my mind. So give them a round of applause. Next, to those who comment on the chapters, suggest things, and even send me messages on my email, thank you. I appreciate all of that. You guys are one of...
Chapter 1 Angie was all jittery and nervous the next morning. After Mark drove off with the kids, she thought about her predicament. She felt greatly disappointment with Sean. She really liked him and had never thought he would do something like that to her. She considered discussing her problem with Mark, but she dismissed the idea. He would do something...
This is a Winter Holiday contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. Reminiscing on Christmas, a lonely black man remembers better times in his life. * Michael's favorite thing to do, while masturbating, was to remember a few select white women from his past. Recalling the white women that he had sexual relat...
Krakov Corporate Concepts was located two blocks south of Colfax Avenue in a sad little brick building that came complete with a half-destroyed dumpster in the back parking lot. The location was advantageous, according to Krakov, because it kept his employees in touch with reality. This ugly stretch of pavement was our poor American version of a dacha, he li...
Hello Readers -- I know you've heard this before, but I highly encourage you read the previous chapters of this series to understand what it's all about. Thanks for reading and please comment! Merci, Petitmort ***** In the days that followed, Fantasy Enterprises made more money than at any time in its history. All thanks to Denise's idea. Denise had had...
After her party, the Slut had watched Daddy very carefully. She was anxious that he truly understand that her need for this did not impinge in the slightest on her total love for him, strange as that may seem. It had now been a month now since their adventure into her dark jungle of lust and depravity and, so far, Daddy seemed to have no lingering doubts or...