Episode 3: January 11th, 1998 Lester Graves, owner and founder of the up and coming Tricked Chicks magazine and all around failure in life, was driving a rented emerald green Lexus. It pulled off the street, passed a countless entourage of parked cars, pick up, station wagons, vans and occasional motorcycles, drove past a jewelry store, a book store, a pet...
I walk down the corridor to 6E and open the door. The berth consists of two padded bench seats facing each other, storage racks up top, and a nice sized window for viewing the lush Countryside. There is enough room for four people to sit comfortably. I wondered how many other passengers are assigned to the same berth. This is my first trip to Europe, and I...
Late one spring my wife and I went to New Orleans. We spent several days there, but only spent one night partying in the French Quarter. There seemed to be so much crime we didn't feel comfortable spending too much time there after dark. We spent most of each day sightseeing, doing the typical tourist things and seeking out neat restaurants to have lunch o...
Author's note: The support I have been shown for this story line has been just amazing. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement. I hope everyone will enjoy the latest installment just as much. Also, I want to acknowledge white slut suze with a warm and heart felt thank you. She graciously agreed to edit this installment so hopefully typos at leas...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. This is just a flash story. Not to be taken too seriously. ***** Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacki...
*Caroline* Episode 2: January 8th, 1998 Lester Graves was flexing his pretend muscles in front of the expensive stainless glass mirror in the back of his office, the only place in the world where such an elaborate fantasy could be played out. Lester wasn't with his physical appearance in real life. But in the mirror he didn't see his scrawny little body, h...
Nathan Bedford Buchanan had never met his paternal grandfather. For the most part, he wished he never met his maternal grandfather either. His rich and powerful grandfather on his mother's side had insisted he be named Nathan Bedford as a fuck you to his father's family. Nathan was the product of a one time hook up with a Mexican athlete married to a black w...
It was a typical day and she was on the train, going home from work. The ride was nearly an hour. Annoyingly she had to use the toilet on the train, something she usually managed to avoid. If anyone had been keeping track, she took quite awhile, longer than one might have expected. She came back to her seat, sitting back down opposite an elderly woman. She...
Twenty five years after the destruction of Xavier's Institute- Charles Xavier lay on the floor of the cave where he and the rest of the mutant race had taken refuge. Tossing and turning in his sleep. He was having that strange dream again. The dream where he had a different life. One before the near extinction of the world and everyone in it. Before the los...
A few years ago I had to go to Phoenix for a week long conference. I was sharing a hotel room with a coworker named Vicki. Vicki had gone to high school in Phoenix and still had quite a few old friends who lived there. On our last day Vicki was out for the morning, and I was appreciating the privacy within our hotel room. I had just clicked on the coffee ma...