"Entering the lobby, you'll notice one thing, I'm sure. The stink. Institutions such as Sunnyville were often under-funded and understaffed, not much unlike their contemporaries." The guide waited for insightful agreement that never came then proceeded limply, "This is intentional and part of the experience." She sucked in a long breath from outside and clos...
A spot of blood dripped onto the floor. Isobel must have cut Felix's bottom lip when she had hit her. Soon a steady trickle of blood made tracks down Felix's face and chin. "Got what you deserved didn't you bitch?" Roxy hissed. "Roxy get out!" Isobel barked making Roxy jump out of her skin. "But Mistress I........." "Now! Before I have you tied up to th...
In our country the Monday just past was a public holiday, making what is quaintly called a 'long weekend' of Saturday-Sunday-Monday thereby proving conclusively that all weekends are not the same length. So what does a writer of adult fiction do on a long weekend to differ it from the standard length weekend? Why, write adult non-fiction of course. So I sat...
My parents gave me lobotomy when I was about 5 years old. In about '73, one of my parents remarried and his new wife had a half decent car. I used it to date a girl from high school and used to lick her frequently. I thought Tommy Shaw of Styx contacted me concerning my relationship with her because I met a rock guitarist name Larry Hansen when I was Leopard...
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"From the crib to the grave You live as a slave And that's just a matter of fact" ― ODD TV, Illusions Government, in concert with an ignorant populace, had made my existence a sequence from Halloween ― during which Michael Myers relentlessly pursues Jamie Lee Curtis. My days were drowned in fear; my nights deluged in anxiety. I wasn't sure how long I'd...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination and totally fictional. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. * Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh mi...
As a result of Mildred's excessive exuberance Sorrel had been transported to Hadamar; a maximum security institution for the criminally insane; an institution, from its inception, known as the worst possible place any patient might ever be drawn into or in Sorrel's case, compelled to enter. Even the name, taken from a Nazi place of horror, conjured the most...
The girls could finally relax. Father William was still in a stupor and needed no attention except for the occasionally cleansing of the brightly colored hibiscus vomit from His shirt. "We had a lot of customers." Alice wasn't really inclined to conversation but the silence was deafening after the hullabaloo of a crowded carnival. "Oodles." Imogen was ab...
When planning on being a Numbers Guy, a crucial trick of the trade is learning how to hump all night. Should you find yourself in a room filled with new women ― eager to fuck ― knowing how to pound mound until dawn results in multitudinous Digits. In contrast, banging the traditional way ― shooting one's load each time you mattress dance ― will cause you to...