Merlin's Story My magician's hat leant to one side. The evening sun melted into the horizon while I zigzagged down one of the seedier streets of Cameltoe. Although I appeared drunk and confused, I knew exactly where I was heading. I stepped into the whore house, but was immediately pushed back onto the street by Big Black Rosie. Despite being used to deal...
Haley, a young hyper-liberal college student, is at a pro-choice rally and runs off to get coffee for her supervisor. Alex is walking out of the coffee shop with his skateboard in hand, and opens the door. She assumes he's holding it for her, but he lets it slam in her face, chuckling in his beanie. Indignant with all of the fury of the white upper middle cl...
The couple got out of the car, a man in his mid 20's, a woman in her early 40's. As he straightened up, he flashed a big grin to her, his brown eyes flashing with happiness, his tan glowing next to his red t-shirt, his hair still wet from the showers they just took. He stretched to his 5'7" height and looked around at the dusky sky. She came around the car a...
I opened your door and took your hand to help you from the car. We had chosen an Italian restaurant to celebrate the anniversary of our first meeting. We celebrate this day every year with a new fantasy, something we have talked about and planned, a new way to give the other pleasure. I ordered a bottle of white wine something smooth and sweet, to match my...
I CHANGING TIMES You remember me, I'm Bill. When my second novel made a modest splash, I was appointed to the writing faculty of a prestigious eastern university. That was not the only life-changing development of the year: my sister Angela and I stopped living together. It seems that her black lover, Sol, had wangled a job on the training staff at her coll...
Some of you have read the stories of Ted (magichands) and his wife, Lee (magichandslee). I have the advantage, I knew both of them personally. Since the death of Lee's husband, Ted, we became friends. Lee always encouraged me to write, but I did notice that some didn't like my stories. Lee said it was because I tried to make them erotic, instead of just te...
Riddick woke with a throbbing head. His mind slowly fought through the fog of unconsciousness and groped his way into reality. It all came back to him in a rush. Clara had knocked him out. He'd heard her come up behind him, just too late. She had attacked him at his most vulnerable moment; bitch! The brightness filtering through his closed lids told him the...
My name is Michael. I have been a Spanko for as long as I can remember. I crave everything about it, the stinging, the humiliation, the lack of control, and even the sound of it. It took me a long time before I could ever ask for one. I just settled for playing out my own fantasies by myself and self-spanking. This story is about the first time I ever receiv...
God, another aisle of Midwestern, north woods, "gone fishin'" kitsch. Stanton harbored a roiling caldron of irritation for pulling off the interstate. The billboards boasted the best antiques in the state, but the tiny, central Wisconsin town offered a meager two shops. While it felt good to stretch his legs, the promising detour appeared to be a waste of ti...
This is the very first story I have ever written, constructive criticism would be appreciated. Thanks for reading. **************************************** The summons had come in an email and he had answered because he had no choice. Everything in him was compelled to do as she instructed. Not out of fear of reprisal although that would surely come quic...