“One human being, when you think of it, means nothing more to another than a string of similes.” Robert Musil Ron works at the Wilbur Mills Dogfood Company. He is a lifer. It is good work, solid work, the kind of occupation that at the end of the day, you might not feel as if you had finished a novel, or painted a chapel ceiling, but you know you put fo...
"George, I didn't do anything! It was all a mistake! I didn't do anything bad, I really didn't!" "What are you supposed to have done, Silky? I though ya'll were studying at the library." "We were, and there was a misunderstanding. Ask Jess." "George turned to my sister and asked, "So what's up, Jess?" "Silky got thrown out of the library. I didn't do any...
Tattoo and Rachel Author's Note: I've had several surgeries on my hands. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle...
My name is Mandy. My husband Joe and I live in a two-story house in a nice quiet neighborhood. The neighbors are all very friendly and care about each other. Tina and Jack are our next door neighbors, and are always having nice quiet dinner parties. There are usually twelve or so couples in attendance at these parties. They are having a party tonight. We we...
My pretty wife Sherry and I didn't go out that often normally, for one thing she is best described as a cheap drinking date so going to bars can be a short night out. Then of course with two strapping young pieces of mayhem around the house all the time, we stayed pretty close to home turf. Two mixed drinks and Sherry is well on her way to a nice 12 to 14 h...
Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill Stacy Puma rounded her garage home. Wearing overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors. Each tiny triangle or bead was a different color. Made of silk it clung to her chest like it was glued on. Her nipples viol...
Immersion Playground Book #3: Flight to Paradise Chapter 3 The morning birds had ended their matins an hour before when Kate wakes with the feeling of a hand gently stroking her, sliding slowly over the skin of her bare thigh, bringing her nerve endings to peak awareness. She sighs and stretches slowly, eyes still closed, as her lips curl into a small smi...
I have mentioned once before that I am cursed with an active imagination. This also holds true when I sleep and especially while travelling, when I find my dreams clearer than usual. Even so, the visions I beheld the night of our arrival in Constantinople were sharper and stranger than anything I have ever known. Perhaps there was opium in the hookah I'd smo...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and webs...
So the first time I laid eyes on Quinn it was Goth Night at the club and he was hitting on Jen, my long term girlfriend, fiancé and for all intents and purposes my wife. She looked amazing in her new purple brocade corset. She's a tall girl with amazing curves that were amplified by the way she was dressed. She was showing off her ample cleavage and wearing...