Except for the empty window seat next to me the small turbo-prop commuter plane flying from DFW to Fort Smith, Arkansas, was full. I hate flying on small commuter planes. I also hate to fly on Friday or to work on Saturday, but above all else I hate to be out of town on Halloween and not have my party. Today all four of my extreme dislikes were coming to fru...
My day began like any other. Actually that's not quite correct; each day always has some aspect to it that you can never normally foresee. Some days you just can't predict what's going to happen. Some things you take in your stride, others catch you completely off guard. |Sometimes it can be good, other times it can be bad. I didn't know it yet but today was...
She breathed deeply, working her way up through the eighth squat of her set of ten. She focused, staring at herself in the mirror; 165 was easy enough for her to handle, though she would be worn by the final rep. By the ninth rep she was staring at herself in the mirror to focus, her face red and sweaty from exertion and her light brown hair sticking to her...
Disclaimer: I'm not a misogynist, though this story may convince you otherwise. Fantasies are fantasies, bro. Please practice safe, sane, and consensual sex. The Barrens district of Angel City sprawled out in front of Rebecca "Codeine" Lane. Almost every building in the place was a "habitation unit" repurposed from aggressively rectangular deep space shi...
Confusion. It was clouding Brigitte's mind, impeding her ability to analyze and process everything that she had just witnessed over the past four hours. Saying that she was confused was an understatement. It was more like she was flabbergasted, muddled, disordered, dumbfounded, damn near mixed up on the inside. She didn't know what to think. How was she supp...
This is a story about the Scallions Brothers, Greg and Brett. I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed envisioning it in my head and then putting it on paper! * * * * * It was a bustling Friday night at the Wind-n-Rain pub in Jackson, Tennessee, and the place was nearly packed. Amanda tucked her hair behind her ear, raced around the side of the bar an...
Note- Eon Productions own the rights to the James Bond movie franchise, and the 007 novels by the Estate of Ian Fleming. This is a parody written for fun only. xxx London 1973 In the early hours of the morning, secret agent 007, was interrupted at his home by a visitation of the head of British Secret Service, 'M.' Accompanied by his personal secretary,...
Disclaimer: This short story is intended for mature audiences. It contains sexually explicit content including oral, anal, bdsm and smoking fetish. If you are under the legal age it is recommended by the author that you proceed no further. The characters and locations in this story are complete fiction. Chapter One Professor Donald Ludwig looked out over...
Who am I? That would seem a silly question to ask at the beginning of a story, but for me that question is all too important. I used to be a fairly normal guy named Ben, and at 25 I thought I had a good enough job and a normal enough life. My story really starts several months ago, a day that seemed like any other, like many before it. I was woken up when m...
The assignment was simple. I had to get copies of secret material from the enemy's side, by whatever means necessary. As an agent for the Secret Service I had done it several times before. It made me feel a bit devious of course but I kept telling myself that it was for the good of my country and I just got on with it. To be honest I enjoyed at times. Well...