*** An excerpt from SOUP Wars *** Adelina loved life even if the world sucked. Like most nights, she was alone and naked in her hospital. She watched some bad porn on the psychiatric ward’s big screen. It was something very amateurish involving three women using rather excessive sex-toys. She craved crack, but her supply ran out. If it weren’t for her tol...
Leaning back in my seat, I breathed a sigh of relief. "We're clear of station jurisdiction," I announced. "No one's chasing us." "We're free?" she asked? "We truly did it?" "We truly did it," I confirmed. "We're free!" ***** Seven months had passed since I had been seized as a stowaway and brought to the penitentiary. A youth spent on various starship...
Rather roughly dressed, as he'd only come into town to pick up supplies, Rick Ranger was hungry and dropped into Pike's Café for Foodies. "Remove you hat," ordered fat-butt Lisa Pike. "Or what?" "Or else I get two of my male kitchen hands to remove you." "Bring it on, Lisa," Rick goaded her. "I'll happily disembowel both of them with my lamb castration...
My dark chocolate hair hangs, damp and limp, framing my view: the light-colored canvas - "it doesn't show stains as well," they said - green knee pads, and black patent-leather boots. Dewy perspiration beads all over my pale, freckle-flecked skin, mixing with the sauna-heat of Jess' shaved slit resting on the back of my neck. Thick, iron thigh muscles sheath...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my absorbing hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school....
Three years ago my beautiful wife named Eloise whom everyone tells me looks like Beaver Cleaver's Mom complete with the pearls and the stylish dresses, informed me that she wanted to explore her sexual side. Needless to say my life has never been the same. Needless to say I walk around with a constant hard-on. For example one time I came home and after t...
Too restless, I listen to the wind breathe through the screen on my window, always exhaling; it does nothing to sooth me. There is fierceness in me that pushes like the wind, radiating from my skin. Always exhaling; like a long slow scream that started five nights ago. My gums ache and my mouth is raw from its discontent. I can not sleep. I can not rest. I...
Jon watched the girls run and climb in the park. As if the world could be that perfect. As if nothing mattered. Oh, for the world to be so simple. But his wasn't. Oh, sure, since that night, they had not only been sharing the same bed but burning up the sheets of it, too. Hell, his sex life had never been better. Almost every night, he waited up for Alicia...
A cold, grey milieu hung over the Parisian nightmare. From the tower of the cathedral of Notre Dame, an old phantom in a young body breathed murder. For ten years he had plotted his revenge on the city that had wronged him so maliciously. A single tear caressed his cheek as Dormier poured his poison into the Seine. ******* "Bonjour, Viscomte Dormier!" The...
You want to know something pathetic? Imagine you're a middle-aged man. You're slowing down. A little. But you've got this new, cock-crazy, nymphomaniac of an on-line girlfriend who wants to get off with you every night. She pouts you a kiss, her sensuous red lips framed by shoulder length curls of silky black hair. Then she tells you, "as soon as my husband...