"I am stuffed," the turkey said, "completely stuffed, can't move, couldn't eat another pellet. What do they put in those things anyway?" "Calm down Tarq, what's rustled your feathers this morning?" "Oh, I dunno, Tina, it all seems so wrong. I mean, I love three square meals every day but this constant supply of fast food is relentless." "You don't have to...
I stand in a room filled with all the things that I have ever taken comfort from. Books in which I have lost myself for days, their characters now like out-grown childhood playmates. Colorful bindings, which once beckoned, are now washed out versions of their original vibrance. Their faded colors seeming to mirror my memories of the happy times we once share...
My wife Wendy was already changing into the paper gown at the clinic for her medical exam. She'd ask me to go with her because the older doctor there had been a little bit hands on with her and some of the other female patients. I wanted to see if he'd actually try something like that with me in the room. At six foot eight and about 250 lbs all muscle, I can...
The following is: A) an exact transcript of an actual conversation; B) a fairly faithful approximation of an actual conversation, with edits by yours truly for clarification and factual accuracy; or C) a complete fabrication by a male for you to discredit and discount. Please select only one answer. Use a No. 2 pencil. Completely fill the circle without draw...
Nobody was looking at her. Well, they were, but not for the usual reason. People usually gawked at her as she towered over them, height distracting from her voluptuous curves, now it was her curves or nothing at all. And, strangely, Amy wasn't sure how she felt about it. The initial novelty had worn off and left a faded version in its place. Small nuisances...
Once upon a time there were 3 little pigs. They had all ventured out on their own to make their way in the world. ... (*note* Before we get any further in this...the animals in this story are really humans but I wanted to keep the feel of the original fable a /little/ bit... There is no bestiality implied or intended. These are humans doing kinky things a...
[This is the seventh chapter in the series HouseKeeping. It would be best if you could read first Chapters 1 through 6 so you can gain the benefit of knowing the backstory of Chapter 7 This chapter has a little more than sex in it in an effort to keep the attention of the horny readers. But the story is still erotic as hell for those who enjoy erotic tension...
This story is 93.6% fiction. All characters in this story, and in the sequels that follow, are eighteen years of age or older. ***** I was enrolled in a small college in a quaint, old-fashioned little country town in the Texas Hill Country. The town had been founded by German immigrants and was populated by their descendants. I lived in a boarding house...
Waking up sometime later and remembering everything Grandma told me I was still exhausted and overwhelmed as I made my way into shower and dress. I opted for basic day wear clothing donning jeans and a light pink sweatshirt over my matching beige panty and bra, wearing no hosiery or socks as I slid into some straw colored canvas espadrilles giving me a littl...
When I look in the world today, a lot of what I see shocks me. Human beings have made lots of advances technologically but people haven't changed. It doesn't matter what clothes they wear, what type of car they drive or anything of the sort. Deep down inside, they're all the same. Bastards will be bastards. And bitches will be bitches. The sad thing is that...