I woke up around 4 AM, having had the first nights sleep in a bed in over 2 weeks. I felt good, I fumbled around and found my cigarette fixins, poured some tobacco in a paper and rolled in the dark. I’ve done it most my life that way, either in the saddle or waking up. I thought about last night, my pecker already hard from needing to relieve myself, I scrat...
My name is Peter, and I am probably not a sex robot. I can distinctly remember not being a sex robot. I had kids, a job which was only about 85% unpleasant, a house, a car. Granted, the website does say "Every FuckBuddy[TM] comes with its own unique backstory!" And the website did have a picture of me on it, shirtless, with SOLD! blazoned across it. And Trud...
I was sitting at the table with Trudy and Retta. In that respect it was much like earlier that morning. One difference was that we were snacking on mango slices instead of drinking coffee. Another was that Millie was lying on the grass behind us, handcuffed to the bottom of the drainpipe. "I'm going to kill you bitches!" she yelled, and rattled her handcuf...
Millie sipped at her coffee as she settled back into bed. She opened her E-Book to read while awaiting a phone call from her sister Becky. The two ladies were widows, having lost their husbands in a traffic accident when returning from a hunting trip. That had happened four years prior and they were just returning to a more normal life after the gnawing grie...
Millie stared at her reflection in the pool of water. In the days since they'd been forced to flee, the bruise on her face had gotten darker and now it contrasted against her alabaster skin sharply. The purple and angry red around the cut on her cheek faded away to greenish and yellow, but the swelling had gone down enough that she no longer felt as if she...
Up until the time I was married I would have never believed that there were two disparate Americas coexisting side by side forming unequal parts of the same whole; one of unbounded privilege and the other of implicit, soul-deadening servitude. To think that the vast majority of Americans were no more than indentured slaves to banks and corporations that rule...
Millie was scared almost terrified John had just regained consciousness, here she'd broken the news to him about her sisters causing him to pass out again. {Millie?} A voice sounded in her head, {your assumption of his present physical condition is correct, but all initial scans confirm his condition is stable and all functions are within tolerable levels.}...
My name is Rebecca Young and this is the story of my life so far. I was born 31 years ago in a small town in Nebraska. My parents owned a small dry goods store that did pretty well until a Walmart was built in a nearby town. When the business began to fail, my Dad ended up working in the Walmart for minimum wage and my Mom did clothing alterations from home....
Thank you to searchingforperfection and catbrown for their hard work in editing and all of their suggestions. I appreciate all votes and comments, and I do read all the comments. This story is a sequel to The Doctor's Daughter. Both are set during the War of 1812. Since the death of Major General Brock in the fall of 1812, neither side has scored a decisive...
The not quite famous slightly secret six and a half: By pop_54/2003. With acknowledgement to the marvellous Enid Blyton for the inspiration for this small attempt at an 'adult parody' of a children's story based loosely around the style of children's novels written by EB. I must add at this point that any childlike mannerisms associated with the character...