© Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. So you want to get girls. Then this is for you. I am going to tell you how to attract the right kind of girl. The right kind of girl is not one that is attracted by a flashy car, or expensive clothes, or money, or any of the other things usually...
"We expect the beast in man, but are never prepared when it arrives." anonymous Tasha was walking home from school after having stayed late to finish up homework. The library would now go down in her mind as one of the greatest places to be. It wasn't the school library. The city library had far more useful information available. There she had spotted her...
Author's Note: This takes place after chapter 11 and is an alternate route of what could've happened. This gets insane, I'd recommend checking the tags. ***** Something surrounded all her senses. It squished against her skin, covering nearly every inch in a plushness few pillows could compare to, while clouding her sinuses in a sweet haze. She opened her e...
In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home. When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good frie...
I opened my eyes and looked up to see Hope smiling down at me, offering a hand up. "Do I have to get up," I muttered as I took her hand. "You're just going to push me down again. Wouldn't it be easier if I just stayed on the mats?" Hope smirked as she helped me up. "I remember my first lesson, so I know how you feel. The first lesson is all about how to fa...
Chapter 3. First-day blues: Earning my dole money -- in the Sock Room. Oh, great! This was all I needed! Just how bad could things get? Mrs Norma Newlove, my neighbour from hell, had actually come to the Sock Room to gloat over my hideous predicament ... And, of course, to change her dirty socks -- knowing that I was going to have to hand-wash them! "Hav...
My wife Mandy drove just over eight thousand miles a year, mostly on short business trips to visit clients. Our detached villa in Surrey was not too far from the infernal M25 motorway that casts its noose around London. It was a nice place to live, but even a short car journey can take a long time on the M25. Mandy's coping mechanism for dealing with traffi...
The Millipede Bugs The Astronaut Conclusion (Inspired by and Based Upon "Contact" by Little White Mouse) by The Preve Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. The many legs suddenly appearing upon Kate's body barely registered; she was too high on bug drug to really care. Znggg and Znong cared very much, though. One moment, they were having a fine 'ol tim...
Author's Note: Previously I've chosen song titles from Little Feat, Traffic, Van Morrison and Fleetwood Mac for the titles of my stories. In keeping with that trend, this one draws inspiration from a song by Ian Dury & the Blockheads. Once again, my thanks to Eclecticwoman818 for her assistance with proofreading and editing. Please be sure to vote. I write f...
Somewhere on the rolling planes of the United States, far away from the busy cities, with the next nearest house at least an hour’s drive away, there was a ranch. It was run by a divorced blonde woman in her mid 50’s called Blanche Rochard, who had 2 daughters from her previous marriage and one from her first boyfriend which she only dated for a month. Clair...