It was the last summer that I still saw myself as a kid, the summer that I had to decide to shit or get off the pot. Twisting wrenches was a decent hobby, but I was quickly outgrowing the group of uninspired, racist fucks that were my gearhead contemporaries. High school would never end for most of these guys. I'd seen what had become of their older brothers...
'If we don't end up killing each other this band has endless possibilities.' - Richey Osgood, NME, 1989. * Having put in place the measures that would hopefully take the band forward into the Nineties, Richey took one further step towards conformity. The photographs that arrived in the post in August 1989 depicted Richey in a grey morning suit and the new...
Author's note: Mind altering substances. Monster sex. These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe. All events depicted are by characters at least 18 years of age. Please consider that fair warning. *** "Why you cry, little girl?" Althea tried to control her sobbing as she looked around from the flat rock on the...
I was running down the streets of Springfield, scared shitless after learning that The Thirteen not only knew my name, but had also taken my parents hostage. They were going to kill me as soon as I turned on my phone, or contacted anyone I knew. The mysterious Mentor I had chatted with claimed my parents would be killed no matter what I did. The reason I wa...
My wife, Rose, 29, works as a senior marketing executive in an Ad agency. She is a perfect example of how a woman should balance her family and professional life. Though she has a real hectic schedule professionally but she adjusts really well. I, rather we never had a problem. I am not a person who wants to see my wife fucked up by other men. Never. I get j...
So here I am, silk red boxers. My clean body dried by a semi-clean towel. It was clean a week ago when I last visited my parents. The boxers have small hearts through out and they actually feel good on my balls. Now that I think about it, the feel is more like polyester and not silk. It looks like polyester and I have worn polyester, though not as underwear....
I was feeling fairly well healed up from the two bullet wounds when I got hauled before the fucking Judge. Hell, I knew my ass was grass, so I hung my head in shame as he read off the long list of charges and asked me how I wanted to plead. Shit, they had me cold, I had the money from the goddam bank, there must have been a dozen fucking Cops there when I r...
No character development, no dialog, no plot, and no sex. Sorry. The Fairhome Inn wasn't the oldest motel in town, but it was close to it. It was a relic of the fifties and built accordingly. The walls were concrete block, the doors were steel and the single window was bulletproof and shatterproof; so much for fire department access. The hurricane roof was...
It might have been an accident, and I am really not sure who moved first. My cheek might have rolled into her breast, or maybe she leaned over a little too far, but there was no doubt that a very erect nipple was brushing against my face. Her lab coat was open, and I could see just below the name tag which read " Heidi Anderson, DDS " that her other breast w...
CH. 01 00:00:01 A cyan blue grid stretched out into an infinite horizon. A silver M flew into the center of the screen. The M was sliced from top to bottom by a pink laser, shaving off a duplicate M. A flash of lightning zapped the rest of the letters into place: MASTER & MARGARITA Home Video This film has been modified from its original version. It ha...