The girl's name was Lena. She was slumped on the toilet, groaning intermittently as the laxative induced bowel spasms flowed through her. She was about to suffer further indignity as Divora picked up a selection of metal bulldog clips and barked orders at her. Lena lifted her long legs up onto the toilet rim, breasts squashed against her thighs and face pe...
You look at the little bottle of syrup skeptically. "What is this stuff again?" "It's a hormone," your roommate says. "Obviously it's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist of it. A little something me and some of the med school guys whipped up in our spare time. Forget what it is - here's what it does. It boosts yo...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...
Thanks to RNebular for his editing skills. It makes an easier read when someone else proofreads my work. His skills are of a tremendous help. This is a short story of the life of a Bastard. That would be me. Not much dialogue in the story but a humorous rendition of a guy that could not keep it in his pants. Learning the hard way that maybe he really was a...
The ice cold water hit my tired body like a thousand stinging needles as the lights went on at 6 a.m. I jumped up from the floor to finish my shower in the two minutes allotted to me by Andrea and Marko. I quickly soaped myself up and rinsed myself down knowing the clock was ticking. If I lingered more than two minutes, the door would automatically lock and...
I caught them. I caught them making love in the basement and when I did, I got inside my car and murdered my daughter's cat. Now, I am in my bedroom staring down at my French pedicure, and wondering if I should make tea. There is a woman across the room in the mirror above the makeup drawer. She is my reflection. She is saying something. She is saying that I...
I have an obsession for everything anal and think about it often. I only write for the sake that maybe someone else will enjoy it or be inspired by it, nothing more. I have a strong desire to share my dirty thoughts with those willing to enjoy them. This story serves as a myriad introduction to what I think about, if you like it, there's a theme, and varia...
-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...
Sorry about the long delay between chapters. Thanks for all the e-mails (you know who you are), and the continued favorable voting. Comments, critiques, and suggestions are always welcome. Reminder: I do not own these characters. This story is fiction and not for profit. It is solely the product of my somewhat twisted imagination. Warning...If you thought i...
Part I: White and Tan I have no idea why we decided to do this, but my wife Leslie and I did. She's absolutely beautiful, auburn hair, lovely green eyes, and about 5'7" with a really, really nice C cup. Anyway, we both went to a local burrito place that's fairly well known, and slipped into the bathroom before ordering. We were going for a preppy look toda...