Chapter 6: Over the Moon in Ecstasy The drugs finally must have put me to sleep, because when I woke up, it was morning in the desert. Dr. Gonzo, my attorney and traveling companion, had apparently been driving through the night. I guess I could have taken over at that point, but I didn't really feel like it. Las Vegas was still a long way away. Our drug s...
Tripping The Light Fantabulous LSD distorts your perceptions. Familiar faces look like strangers, strangers look like lamp posts, and lamp posts look like candy canes. It's safe to say that if you find a woman beautiful while you're tripping your balls off that she's practically a goddess when you're straight. George Clinton once said that if you remembered...
"I think I want to wear the collar tonight," I said. In all honesty, when it popped in my head and I told you this, I was thinking of your fingers wrapped in the ball chain I wear sometimes and the way that feels against my throat and the control you exert when my lips are wrapped around your cock, and I thought the more substantial leather of the collar wou...
After I heard the noise, I decided to investigate. Whoever was the culprit of this bit needed to stop it immediately. They were scaring me and Tiff. I was shirtless, having rushed to put my jeans back on when I heard the ruckus. I'd picked up a branch and weaved through the forest, waiting to attack somebody. "Come out wherever the fuck you are!" I yelled,...
In 1982, Don needed a place to live, and was told by an acquaintance to see a certain woman who was looking for people to share a large studio space. He arrived at the address, a was met by Sheena, who showed him around and told him how much the rent was and such. Sheena looked very much like one of those Cosmo magazine cover models with a bad case of acne....
"Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what you're getting into?" "Yes, I do," Pam replied. "That's why I want to try it." Donna's face was etched with disbelief. "This isn't some frat hazing, you know. They don't just swat guys on the butt then get drunk on beer. It's a ritual, like a pagan thing. They do dangerous stuff. They'll make you their slave for se...
Hello dear readers. Here is another in my series, Massage Parlor Years. I must warn the person who is stalking me, writing multiple nasty comments on my stories; on the advice of another author who writes in the BTB genre and wants there to be sanity and peace in LW, I have turned off feedback on my previous stories and will religiously delete all anonymous...
Part Six 'Shrooms by The Preve Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Interlude: Hansen's World, construction period, 2nd Age, 2217.08.10. "Here, put this on." "Filters? Why?" "For this." "Whoa! Are those . . .?" "Yep, Galatean mushrooms, heh!" "But . . . but those are illegal! We could get sent up for this! The spores are the most powerful hallucinogen...
It was Halloween evening, 1969. The sun was setting into the weekend, and instead of observing Shabbat with the rest of her family, twenty-three year old Dorothy rested upon one of the many headstones in an old, decrepit, and nearly-forgotten cemetery, amongst three of her living friends and an unknown number of dead people. Some from the early 1800s. A...
Banker Ben Mitchell had a rocky start in life, but lately things have begun to look up. His bank is a success, he's found a beautiful new wife and his industry peers have gathered to honor him. Then, at the moment of his triumph, he suffers a catastrophic psychiatric episode. ***** When she got to the hospital on Monday morning, Gina Esposito found a note...