Detective Bradley had seen plenty of bodies during his twenty year career, but the sight of this one still sickened him. He struggled to think of the still warm and bleeding carcass that was laying in the parking lot behind the M & M Lounge in down town Gresham as just an anonymous, adult, caucasian male. Detective Bradley hadn't needed to check the wallet t...
I was enjoying flirting with the waiter in the poolside bar. Since my sexual adventure with my bosses in ( Going Dogging) I had been enjoying my new found sexuality and with a better toned body, a new sexy wardrobe and a spray on tan. I had been determined to fully enjoy the break that Tom had booked for us in Malta. And that included possible fun with young...
Samuel Johnson wrote "For we that live to please, must please to live." This story is purely the fantasy of a middle-aged man. But ever since I read that quote a long time ago, I have tried to practice it. In my married life, I have always made sure that my wife climaxed first before I allowed myself to climax. This is the purely fiction story of a man after...
"2nd Photo" is the middle segment of a three-part story, and each part is intended to be self-contained. But the interested reader may want to refer to "1st Photo" in which, of course, the main players and plot situations are introduced. One reader had a wonderful idea about the direction this work ought to take, but inasmuch as I had the second part in roug...
A totally fictional story I wrote very recently. I kind of rushed proofing and editing as I have been trying to get a story out every week for those of us that are stuck in our homes. Please excuse any misspelled words or other typos. Comments welcome. *** My name is Mark, and I am a single guy, without a single girlfriend. My job has become one that I d...
Mable busied herself in her kitchen, pacing anxiously as she moved from one little task to another, all the while glancing at the clock on the wall. She was more than a little nervous about accepting Leslie's invitation for a social get-together and couldn't help but wonder might have precipitated such an invitation. More than anything, she longed to have a...
Rhaya "Get the hell out of there," the man yelled, poking her with a stick. He reached into the cage as she coward into the corner, but she had nowhere to run. "Fucking Khavi piece of shit," he shouted, snatching the shackles at her wrist before he yanked her out violently She tried to use her tentacles for support, but they were mere lumps of flesh af...
Director Ganesh acharya called Disha and said "I am sorry Disha I am unable to cast you in this movie of mine. But we will work together soon ". Disha cut the line and threw her cell phone in anger and frustration. "Why does this keep happening to me?....I needed this movie so badly. Why did he refused me?....I must find out that which bitch h...
Northern France 1941 Captain Karl Fuchs tugged down the peak of his army cap and strode out of the Town Square building that had recently become German army headquarters in Bussy, Northern France. His heavily armed squad of 16 men had been there now for almost two weeks as part of the occupation of France. Bussy, in the province of Normandy, was classed...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...