Brad looked about the club wondering where in the hell they kept the loo in the club. Certainly if they had every other bodily function going-on or being seen-to around here; logic would dictate there should be a place where you could go to the toilet nearby, or at least that's what you'd think! That was the nagging problem with all these oh so artsy type cl...
A Seasonal Clef story Dana got us into this. She said that we had it wrapped up. We couldn't lose. I've heard that before. I'm Oswald MacDonald, but everyone calls me Mac. I'm 6'6" tall and I weigh almost 165 lbs dressed and wet; a beanpole, in other words. I exercise and lift weights, but I still don't gain weight. To add to that, to all intents and pur...
It was a sweltering hot day at the county correctional facility. I lay sweating on my bunk wearing my tiniest bikini panties, my bra less breasts trickling sweat onto the rough bed sheet. My cell mate, Lynda, threw back the door as she entered, "God Candy, by all that's small and dangly, it's bloody hot." She always makes her references about me, I'm a tr...
[This is a work of fiction. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be entirely realistic. With the exception of The Fab 4, the characters, settings, and events of this story are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** Hi, remember me? I'm H...
Quick note: This is not as much of a stand-alone story as the others, but it is a free country. If you start reading here, you will catch up on the characters pretty quickly. ***** Chapter 7 The port the next morning was St. Martin. The island was divided between France and the Netherlands back in the 1600s, and the Dutch part is called "St. Maarten". The...
[Revised and fixed missing pieces 10/12/09] Sue struggled over which costume to wear to the *ADULTS ONLY* party for which we were already late. Though she favored a body-paint only getups, there was no way to do it right and dry in seconds. I jokingly suggested she could be ready in two minutes if she went in her long blonde wig and boots, otherwise total...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. I don't believe for a minute that taking advantage of someone's fragile mental status could affect her as profoundly as I present it in the story. So please... don't try that at home (or anywhere else)! I hope you otherwise enjoy the story! ~~~ Winter holiday break: several days to get your head back together, but...
"I want those shoes so much," Jess said, staring longingly at the photograph on her computer screen. I glanced at the screen. Four hundred pounds. A lot of money for a pair of shoes. "You'll just have to save up then, won't you?" I said, trying to sound more interested than I actually was. "It'll take me ages to save up for those," Jess said, glancing up...
To those intrigued as to how come Richie and Ali had never met, it's a very simple explanation... Because... And to Connar1, thank you; yes it is 'suspending disbelief'. More than that no one has ever mentioned me, Tolkein and JK Rowling in context before! As for Meghan and Richie, it was just Spa sex fellas... Aaaaanyway... The next morning when I came...
Steve Garrett pulled his new Cadillac into the gravel parking lot of a lonely Montana all night diner. It was almost 10:30pm. He couldn't imagine this place being open, he needed to take a break so he was glad it was. Get some coffee, get out of the car long enough to wake up, he would be back on the road in thirty minutes. He walked in but didn't see anybod...