Growing up in a small farming town in the early 90's is not what anyone would call exciting. Most times, it was about as fun as watching paint dry. Weekends could be fun, if you liked to go out and drink, or if you had a girlfriend. I had no girlfriend, did not like to party, and was not a typical small town farm boy. Needless to say I had a lot of free time...
Marnie could feel herself drawn to the army barracks again, like every other Friday evening. She would always finish at 5pm sharp at the Real Estate office where she worked as a receptionist and she would drive the short distance to the training barracks. At this time of the day the soldiers were always milling around before going to the mess tent for dinn...
Author's Note: Contains violence and male abuse. Please don't read if this offends or doesn't interest you. * "Mr. Jenkins can you help me with my tent pole?" I looked over to see 18 year old Amy Deckwalter bent over in her skimpy shorts barely concealing her shapely buttocks as she struggled with setting up her tent. I just finished helping MaryBeth Walt...
"So, Danny tell me about this girl Nathan was telling me about?" Nancy Sinclair asked her son at the breakfast table. "Ha ha, well mom what do you want to know?" Danny said blushing. "What is her name? What is she like? Have you met her family yet? When will I get to meet her?...You know the usual!" Nancy said excitedly. "Ok, first, her name is Amber Ba...
"I am really going to do this...Really?!" I say to myself as I am close to pressing the 'Enter' button on the totally black and low tech looking website. The website looks as if it hasn't been updated since the late 90's, but it has written postings from just yesterday. There are no photos except of a brightly colored red door with a curly whip knocker. The...
"Well, it looks like we have a winner, or should it be looser? HAHA, ok folks, our next puppy slave is going to be cheerleader number 4, Meri." The announcer had drawn out the selection for a little bit, to get the crowd excited and make the girls chained to the examination frames squirm a bit more from nervous fear. When Meri's name was called, however, the...
"Barbra Streisand that hurts!" I said, rubbing the elbow I had just banged into the aluminum window frame. That was one of my trifecta of weaknesses; toe stubbing, papercuts and funnybone abuse. All I could do was to rub the prickling sensation skittering through my arm and grimace. The scene kept rolling past the window, an endless parade of decayed subdi...
The curly-headed, pretty little blonde girl clutched her mother's warm hand as they made their way into the small church. At the tender young age of six, Miriam Posey was the perfect picture of a bright-eyed young lady, eager to learn about the vast new world all around her. The little girl and her mother sat at the front of the church like they religiously...
How long has he been...? Eren wakes early in his cell this morning to find Levi staring him down, leaning his slim body casually against the brick wall on the other side of the steel bars. In his pyjamas, the subordinate sits up in bed with a yawn, wondering how long his superior had been there. Eren attempts to stretch his limbs, but in the heaviness of th...
Oh yes - this is so much better. This large rock by the roadside is a far better place to use as our new letterbox. It's large enough to sit on, and look as if just resting, should anyone pass by, but best of all, there's plenty of room underneath the rock for us to hide the plastic box with our letters in. Yes - this will do very nicely, and we both pass it...