When I first married Ray he told me this really funny story of a friend of his from work that was just about as perverted as he is. This was back in the 'old days' before digital cameras, when you would take your print film to Fotomat or MotoPhoto and some pimply-faced teenager would send your film off to be developed or in the case of 1-Hour MotoPhoto, they...
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times; very much depending on your position in the Chattersby Company hierarchy. From the management point of view, it was the best of times. After 10 years of Republican rule Washington, DC, business practices had run amok. The government worked very hard to favor business and business had taken great advantag...
This is a story that was written by both me and my friend, Part 1, this one, was written mainly by me, but the first half was more of a joint effort. Part 2 will be by him and so on. In full it's about Seven Chapters. We hope you all enjoy it and hope you can really feel like your there! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bright sun shinning...
Jul 21, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Seven Waking Up Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental....
"Bonsoir, m'sieur--good evening, sir," Madame Josephine says as you enter her home on La Rue de la Grande Chaumiere. "Welcome to Paris." You thank her as you give her your credentials along with a substantial amount of money to pay for your stay in her home. During the time she's looking at your papers, you take the opportunity to have a look round. Yo...
ES TO FINAL CHAPTER "This is the final chapter, and it does, at long last, contain the steamy sex scenes, however, I realize I have done you, my gentle reader, a disservice for the manner in which this tale has been sliced in time, category and delivery. To understand how Jessica and the Reverend are now able to unite and how their transformation is possibl...
For nearly the past two years I have been dating a wonderful man, I will call John for the sake of this story, wonderful for the way he makes me feel and the growth I have learned since knowing him. When we met I was the typical early thirties divorced mom, just having got out of a dull and lifeless marriage. Looking back to the beginning it’s hard to imagin...
The internet's a powerful tool for nearly anyone who devotes more than energy for typing onto it. The more emotions you put onto there, the more you become attached to what you do, and who you may correspond with. The more you get to know someone, the more about yourself you hand to them, and if both you and your correspondent act online as you do in real li...
It finally became too much to bear. Your fingers tremble as they glide across the glowing display of your phone. "Master. I need." Is all you write but something inside of you roars with glee. That itch that becomes need and slowly starts to rage inside you until there is no option but to yield. An ember burns inside you, always present, always searing at yo...
Cassandra's Plan (Chapter 8) Kathryn M. Burke David Phillips / June 6, 1996, 8:39 p.m. I reach down into my pants pocket and give a reassuring pat to the surprisingly heavy object there. I don't know why I should feel nervous, but I'm trembling a little. Everything is going to work out tonight; nothing will—or can—go wrong. I feel rather quaint: hero c...