It's hard to wake up first thing in the morning... Let alone with a fuzzy head and a hangover. I rolled over and looked for my glasses, they weren't there. Grumbling, and with a very full bladder, I sat up and looked around.. Got to find them damn glasses I thought, as the world came into focus. While this wasn't the first time I'd lost my glasses, I was sur...
In England some people caught exceeding the limit may attend a ‘speed awareness training’ course instead of the usual fine and licence points. This is a (mainly) true story... * “You owe me.” “How exactly?” she warily searches his expression for a clue. “Half a day of my life I won’t get back”. “Didn’t enjoy the course then,” always the cheeky one. “T...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Pamela Jenkins was forty two years old, working hard at raising two teenagers, a son nineteen and a daughter seventeen. Her husband, Larry, w...
The air was on the cold side of autumn cool but the sun of the day had warmed the earth enough that a low, silvery mist hung over the darkened estate. The sun was a memory in the west with only a faint glow of the last of its radiance visible. Stars gleamed in the purplish blue dome of twilight as it steadily darkened, more twinkling through with each minute...
Chapter Two: Onto Her Training and Breaking Down. The feeling of fear and dread falls over Chantel as she sits on the flimsy bed in what is for now her prison cell. Totally alone and isolated except for the fact that Mitch and Nate Burrows will lord over her as they orientate, train and ultimately break Chantel from a fantasy sissy to what will be a living...
Rise-1:00 AM So, as I said it's been a year since The Change and I spent most of that time learning about the world and the rest of it I spent training myself to fight. I know my skills will never be as good as someone professionally trained but a year of almost nothing but training myself with whatever weapons I could find has made me, at least, capable of...
Susanne sat on a bench in the Bois de Boulogne by the upper lake. Her boyfriend, Jean, held her hand. They had just returned from the bushes where they had made love. Her dress was simple: trainers, stockings, no knickers, no jeans, no bra, all topped by a clinging t-shirt with a deep v-cut in front allowing the viewer a pleasant view of the pink right breas...
I sit on the bus like a frighten animal. Outside the cold air licks the windows and condenses my breath into fog against them. The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering so fast that they must be trying to kill one another. Surely I'm stupid, nothing about my plan bears any intelligence, yet I can't get myself to pull the cord and hop off the bus to go hom...
NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "Cock Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story focuses on our hero's early adventures when he was jus...
Author's Note: "History," Napoleon Bonaparte once said, "is an agreed upon set of lies." I like that quote because it helps me understand some of the prejudices that modern society, in all its wisdom, keeps holding on to, such as the concept that there never were any women warriors, or, at least, if there were then they were isolated instances during extra...