I've never been a leader but also don't follow the sheep. A different type of story... because I'm different. MY LAWYERS, PSYCHIATRISTS, THOSE MANY VOICES IN MY HEAD, AND WIFE MADE ME ADD THIS. You can't sue me, I'm legally insane and I may be an illegal alien. I have written that I believe in treating women as equals. Yes, that is true. But, we all ha...
(Author's Note: I was going to warn sensitive Christian readers to avoid this tale but it occurred to me that such people would not be reading rape-fantasy stories anyway. So no such warning is offered. Everyone involved in the action in this story is not only least eighteen but is also entirely fictional. And I do not condone real life forced sex in any wa...
Bob was stunned! He'd just gotten an e-mail from Ruth at the nursing home. They were asking him to come and get Carol as soon as it was convenient. She wasn't working out. This was a real surprise. He thought for sure a stint at a place like that would have done Carol a world of good. Taking care of the elderly, people who were weak and vulnerable he expecte...
Chapter 1: "The Grand Lesson" It was a warm and sunny day on the trendy shopping district of Whyte Avenue in Edmonton, Canada. This part of town was always busy, especially on warm spring days, like this particular Saturday. Two people milling amongst the crowd of shoppers were two long-time friends, who regularly frequented this part of town. Both of them...
Introduction The Taliban have gone -- left Kabul. Some enterprising local, remembering the old times reopens an old cinema and starts running Hollywood and occasionally erotic films. First he puts on Hollywood classics, then some old films of Emmanuelle and softcore eroticism from the seventies and eighties, which have somehow survived the bombardments of t...
It was late, past midnight when I awoke. I was alone in the great bed, and silver moonlight flooded in through the bedroom windows. I shook my head to clear it, and wondered where the girls were. I got out of bed and wandered through the silent house. As I approached the great room I could begin to hear their voices. At last I could see them together in the...
Josh rounded the corner and sprinted cooled down with a light jog to his house. "Ohaio gozaimasu, Joshua san." Smiling, Josh waved to the two girls on their way to school. Like all school girls, their uniform was a plaid skirt and a black blazer over a white shirt with a thin red bow tie at the neck. "Ohaio," Josh replied. "Gombate, neh." Josh's smile wi...
'The Club' itself was elaborately furnished for both antique style and comfort; clearly it was the major local playground for the very kinky and very rich. We had been advised that some but not all members belonged to the "10,000", and since we didn't know the passwords we shouldn't try to force any acquaintances. Most of the members cheerfully greeted us, e...
Chapter 17 With Lynn dead and Gwen and Jamie gone, I'm alone with my bad self. When I thought about the beauty of Lynn and now Gwen, I thought about Marianne and I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. I would have met her at the funeral but Lynn's Dad made it clear that he didn't want me there and I respected his wishes. It was his daughter after...
Sometimes, I wonder what goes through the minds of people as they do what they do. The White House has long been home to some of the raunchiest people in the United States of America and the new administration is proving to be no exception. The supposedly civilized men and women of today are virtual slaves to their needs and desires. Just like they were in t...