Shane Jeffoery Taylor was not generally a man for quixotic tastes. The newspaper he was reading, while sitting at a table in the Ganfield Inn and Suites hotel lobby, sipping the brackish water that passed for coffee and waiting for a taxi, was a common sort, purchased from a run-of-mill newspaper vending machine he'd happened across at the airport on the way...
Here is a little short story about love, sex, and survival. What If Tomorrow Never Comes? As I was driving back home that afternoon, my mind was trying to sort out all of the details of what had happened. The news of two situations that suddenly sprang up in my life were weighing heavily on me. Sitting on the seat next to me were two large envelopes conta...
There was the usual small talk, as the two slowly worked there way past the gun point stage. Val told of his story of having left Halford station a little more rushed then usual and of his fathers propensity for helping the 'grounders' and of his ongoing effort, for all his intents and purposes to become one. Zeke was mostly silent save the occasional grunt...
Joanna had pushed me about as far as I thought I could go. She had made me jack off other men and swallow their loads, and lick their cocks, nut sacks, and assholes. The last time I’d been with her I complained that I just couldn’t sink any lower, at which time she dragged me to a filthy gas station restroom and made me lick the toilet seats and urinals cle...
Author's Note: all characters except Galatea belong to the creators of Star Trek and are used without their authorization. This story takes place after my other Star Trek tale (Wa'DIch Ghom). Mature readers only, please. 1996. "Wes, leave her tits alone." Wesley Crusher reluctantly moved his hands. "I wish they were bigger." "They're fine. Trust me." "Tr...
For all you perspicacious permanently petulant pedanticists out there, a divertissement of hyperbole and somnambulistic diction with sesquipedalian affectations designed to tickle your taste buds with superlatives galore. A feast for the ophthalmic organs and a laxative for the brain in stunning monochromatic detail, good enough to slow the indecent haste o...
[Disclaimer: This story contains a sexual situation suitable for mature audiences. Though I personally am not offended by younger people enjoying my work, laws tend to see it otherwise. So if it is illegal for you to view erotic literature, or if you do not wish to view erotic literature that pertains to lying maidens, sinful thoughts, and unintentional impr...
Carl came in and told her dinner was ready. She put down her player and instinctively reached for her robe. Carl stopped her. "I don't think that will be needed," he said and steered her into the other room. Dinner was delicious. Katie was impressed at her boss, he could cook much better than she could. Perhaps, she wondered, it was because it was all prepar...
St. Mary’s high school for girls has a long tradition of corporeal punishment. All of the teachers and administrators are male. Thus, when a young lady is to be punished with a spanking, paddling or canning, depending on the severity of the offense -- two males need to be present. For most girls this made punishment twice as enjoyable, two men to see their m...
"Ok, Mulder, let's have it. Why did you drag me out to some park on the outskirts of town in the middle of the night?" "C'mon, Scully, you know you have nothing better to do than creep around in the dark of night with yours truly," he said with a smirk as he handed her a cup of coffee. "Uh, let's see, I could be reading or catching up on my email or...slee...