6 Justine Justine's mom, Janet, was a nurse's aide at the Emergency room in Middleburg. Her father, Steve, was a personal banker at a small local credit union in town. The two met in high school, married young, and Justine was born, an only child, shortly thereafter. Her parents worked hard and never brought their jobs home. Justine was always the little...
Before any of you whip off some nasty notes about how I am a misogynistic son of a bitch, remember this, I love women. I've been with them since before I was born, I am currently surrounded by them and there will probably be a bunch of them at my funeral. This is supposed to be a humorous piece. If you just can't handle that kind of humor, maybe you should s...
10. His snakes. I love snakes – the way they coil in your hands, a flex of hard muscle – the sleek skin, the coolness. Caligula – four feet of yellow-barred black kingsnake, lithe, seeking, friendly as hell – he'd slither right up your arm, squeeze it politely, and chuck his head under your chin. Leopold was wilder – he came in after – but another king, co...
5 "Leif" Leif's mom was Pakistani. She and her family lived in the city of Kalam, near the border of India. Her dad was a businessman who frequently traveled to India and sometimes brought his daughter with him. That is where she met Leif's dad, who was Indian. Their families were against their romance from the start. They always had to meet in secret, in c...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
Even before the kiss ended, as those unknown hands kneaded and caressed her body, as power, need, and hunger raced like fire across the dry plains through her body and mind, Cathy felt something hard and cold pressed into her hand. She lost all sense of time, moments, hours, days, and eternity melded into a single heartbeat. She knew that it defied all logic...
"Can you work late Friday night, Lucy?" I jumped in surprise; I hadn't heard Erin come up behind me as I'd been concentrating on updating a list of new PCs that the IT department had just rolled out. As the most junior person in desktop support I got all the fun jobs! I turned to Erin, "Yeah, I guess so. What for?" Erin was one of the systems admins respons...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot Buttered Buns" ***** Greetings and salutations, my friends. I'm Paul. I noticed there's a lot of Jilnar Jardaly worshipers around here so I thought you all might like to read how she inducted me into he...
I wasn't the first person to get my cock inside my wife's arse. No, by the time I got my hands on it it had been well trained to pucker in anticipation and ease around an incoming object. Let me introduce my wife's anus. My wife has a full round arse, in contrast to her slim body and humble little udders. Her sphincter is hidden in the tight valley of her a...
Chapter 4: Essay ———— Things were so weird between them, Ariana frowned. First; the kiss, then the weirdness with Sabine. Then Sebastian was being so nice to her. Not to mention that he was intelligent and funny...and ridiculously handsome... Urgh. Ariana knew she needed to swap some shifts around, maybe make sure she worked during the day more. Al...