Nervous Demolition Derby It would be quite an understatement to say that Jennie was a nervous wreck over the following two weeks. "Nervous ten-car-pile-up" or "nervous demolition derby" would be more like it. Although I was spending most of my non-work hours, and about half my nights, at Mickey's place, I saw Jennie almost every day and it was clear she cou...
Disclaimer: I will tell you about events that took place this June. I am not a native English speaker. I wish my vocabulary bank was bigger. Some sentences may be clumsy. You may find grammar mistakes or wrong use of words. But this is my best effort. My topic isn't mainstream. It's not for everyone. Some of you will hate it. I hope you are able to jud...
The events here are fictional. Some of what I write is true, but most of it is fantasy. Sports fans found the last Super Bowl Sunday to be very much anti-climactic and disappointing. In my case, that night could have hardly been more memorable and life affirming. But allow me to tell you something about myself: My name is Sally. I had spent over twenty...
THE PLAN For the longest time, I had been trying to get my wife, Omni, to participate in a gangbang. It was exciting for me because she was mine...she was not going anywhere. It's kinda like you bought a Vette and you just wanted to show it off to your buddies, knowing that they wouldn't get to drive it, I was it's owner. We had been together for 15 years...
Knoxville, Tennessee Emma Walker had just clocked out at the little tanning salon in the Turkey Creek shopping center where she worked. "Bye, ladies!" she called from the door and her boss, Nancy, along with her relief, Katie, waved back. "Be careful!" Nancy called from beneath a pile of lotions to be put on display. "I can't believe you forgot your co...
"Vance." There was that name again. A woman calling and interrupting my focus. Why did she bother me? Couldn't she it was there in the field? I could. Two ears sticking up. It bounced around alert to the possibility of the hunter. The possibility of me? I don't know. Blood pumped through its body and that meant flesh. My claws dug into the earth and I bri...
We drove north out of St. Paul on Interstate 35, then followed some winding state roads to state 53, and finally up to county 123. It was a pleasant drive and the fall leaves got prettier as we approached the lake. Lake Kabetogama, that is, which is my favorite of the ten thousand lakes in Minnesota. We had some off highway driving on dirt roads to a small...
Prologue The following is an exact account of actual events as told to me by Mrs. Jacobs. I should know these are true because I am her therapist... or was. She came to see me almost a year ago. Her husband was cheating on her so she did what many women do in such circumstances. She decided to get revenge and, like most women that seek revenge, was confused...
This is purely dream based. Had it this morning. Potentially a five-part story revolving around a possible sociopath art instructor with a niche for dark arts and an African American student of his whose world slowly opens to his dark one. Mild degradation, non-consent, but eh, ehhhh, he has blue eyes and black hair; he can do whatever he wants. -----------...
AN: I should really write these notes before writing the installment, because after spending a bucket load of energy on the installment, it's kinda hard to follow up with an 'I'm sorry for abandoning the story for two years and a half' note. But alas, I am very sorry. I didn't intend to return to this writing, but leaving stories incomplete is something I've...