Although this is written in the first person, this story is completely fictitious. ********************** I consider myself lucky. We live in such a fast paced society now, that often people find themselves overworked and overwhelmed just to get by. I have found myself in a situation where I not only live my job, but I love my job. I live the life of, in...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Bound to the bed and blindfolded, instead of taking her dancing, Walter gives his wife, Linda, what she really wants, hot sex. "Take off your clothes," he said as soon as they were in the bedroom. When she momentarily hesitated, he slapped her hard on the ass through her short skirt. The sting of his hand would...
"Holy Mother Mary! Ed, come in here and look at this!" Lorraine Clearwater yelled from the living room of their tiny ranch house in Saint Bernard parish. "What is it dear?" "Only the best spirit photo I have ever seen! You must come see this. Someone uploaded it to our website early this morning." Ed slowly rose from his brown vinyl lounge chair in their...
"I can't believe I am letting you make me come here!" I exclaimed to my best friend Maggie as we walked towards the door of the windowless white building, a few streets off of the main drag in the small town not far from our own. "Well, I know you haven't been to one before and that you are curious about it. Don't look at me like that – I know you. And besi...
The Photo Album Ch. 01 An album of black & white photographs has been selling privately. Untitled, it's known as The Photo Album or simply The Album, divided into sections according to the day's three meals. There is no text, just 6" x 9" photos, printed on heavy, glossy, high-quality paper stock, shot with beautiful soft lighting and fine detail, taken wit...
Contains male-on-male sex My phone rang as I emerged from the subway. "This is Justin." "Hey, Justin, this is Jim." The voice on the phone had a thick Texan accent. "Hey, Jim. Thanks for calling." I ducked down a sidestreet to avoid the noise of the traffic. "So I've been tasked with finding another gentleman to join my wife and me this evening." I smir...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
Sameena pulled up to the car park of the Sploshwood Studios and parked right in front of the building. It was just getting dark and the place was deserted. Filming was done for the day and Sam -- as she liked to be called -- was the solitary cleaner. She had only been on the job for a week and this was her first time visiting the studio. The company had warn...
There, amongst the remnants of the dead race, where their greatest queen reigned, two dragons lie dormant. One of pure evil, one of pure good, both yearning for a vessel, both lusting for a mate... She may be adequate for that purpose, our forlorn child... We shall see. "Silence, fools. We are close to the inner sanctum." The two mercenaries exch...
As the world loads in you rise up, drawing up your power... before unceremoniously flopping onto the ground. What's the point? The heroes would just waltz through and kill you 20 minutes from now. You didn't even get the satisfaction of killing them over and over again like the bosses did. You were just a creep put here so the heroes could farm XP. The more...