The party was at Mondo’s house, as it always was, almost every weekend, and especially holidays. But it wasn’t like I went there all the time, every once in a while sufficed. And of course you were always there when I was, most of the time anyway, and when you weren’t it just wasn’t the same. I kind of felt it was the same with you. Vodka and orange juice i...
Damn, there he was again! He was such a hottie, with his dark hair and deep, denim eyes. He walked with such assurance, not really a swagger, just a gracefulness that sent quivers through Gina's body. It was her nearly daily sighting of him. Apparently, he was a resident of the hotel too. Today, he was on his way out for a run, all long, tanned limbs an...
“Today I have a special treat for you, little one just for you being such a good cock sucker. Would you like a treat?” he asked cradling my cheek gently in his big hand. Still kneeling, “Oh yes, Master. Are you taking me to town?” “Come, let me dress you. You haven’t even seen the beautiful clothes I had custom made for you.” “How’d you do that, you don’...
Mad Sweeney shifted around in the back seat, his hat over his eyes. His knees were seizing up from his 6-foot-5-inch bulk being crammed into the yellow cab. He tried to stretch out enough to pop his joints but couldn't get very far, so instead he kicked the front seat a few times to maybe make the others in the car as uncomfortable as he was. He could feel...
I’d missed the last two years’ balls. The one two years before, when we first learned of Katherine’s cancer, and last year’s shortly after her death. I’d come tonight, my first attempt to keep the promise I’d made her. Katherine made me swear to get on with my life after she was gone. She and all the rest of my friends had said not to mourn her loss more t...
This short story takes on the question of why all Leprechauns are male... sort of. I knew the Pixies were messing with me earlier. They waited until I published my first story before bringing me this one. Like all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical fact, some is Irish myth, and some is straight out of my warped and twisted imagination. I will lea...
This story began with Nine Inch Leprechaun in which Chad Tanner a womanizer who screwed and screwed over women and Randol Inc to get ahead, got it in the end... literally. Jump over and read it to understand how Chad ended up in this predicament. If Strap-ons aren't your thing or you don't want to read about someone getting cum dumped in their butt, this st...
Chapter Twenty: Argos When Damien opened his eyes that evening he found her sitting in the bay window seat, staring out into the night, and sharpening a wooden stake. Despite his alarm, he sat up from his bed slowly. "Rambo," he quipped. "We meet again." She simply kept whittling away the sharpened tip of the stake. "I'm not here to hurt you," she assure...
Everybody got three selves, I think. First, there's the public self, secondly there's the private self and finally, the true self. My name is Stephanie Aminata Villeneuve, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, to a French Canadian father and Leban...
It's been a bad year. My girlfriend kicked me out of her apartment when my unemployment ran out and I couldn't find a job. It didn't matter that there were no jobs. She moved someone else in, someone who could help her with the rent, her sister. It wouldn't surprise me if the two of them were having an incestuous lesbian relationship. They both nag at me the...