On Saturday morning I awoke to a light murmuring conversation and a marvelous sensation at my groin. Opening my eyes and looking down I saw Mika instructing Jennifer in the finer points of blow jobs. They were huddled with their heads over my morning erection. "Good morning ladies. You know that if you keep that up, there may be some very messy results." "...
I thought we'd planed everything. It started early that morning in Atlanta. . .or maybe not. When you've been on a bus for twelve hours, all the cities tend to run together. And when its one in the morning and you haven't slept all night, you're not really sure were you are. Anyway, I wasn't alone with my insomnia. Sensing that there was one more person awak...
[And for my final tales, dear reader, I offer you two that are all about the asshole -- taking it up the ass in the first, putting it up an ass in the second. Farewell for now, and thanks for all the praises and damns.] It started off as a stupid joke, one of those things sororities want entering freshmen to do during rush week. All the older sisters in th...
A week later, Dornan was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The entire base had been so busy salvaging everything they could from Alpha Base that Dornan was sure that not a one of them had gotten more than two hours of sleep at a time. And now that everything had been moved and bodies buried, he still couldn't sleep. Not to mention he couldn't really...
Chapter 11 -- Interlewd I was lucky in many ways. The affair between me and Nguyet had gone undetected, and a new girl had fallen in my lap in June. Tuyet was 18, had just graduated high school, and was preparing to leave for college. She was friends with some of my former students and had been part of our lunch group that we had set up to keep their Engli...
Author's note: Here's a short, weird one. Hope you enjoy. ***** "Mother, I think I've found the right one." "I hope you're right. We don't have much time left. Where did you find him?" "He's been living under the Seventh Street Bridge. He has a cardboard ground cover and a sleeping bag." "A homeless man, perfect. Does his face really look like your fath...
I stare up at the ceiling, wishing for the hundredth time I could see the stars through the tin and plaster. Wishing I could fucking fall asleep. Both seem equally unattainable. I sigh again, rolling onto my side and forcing my eyes closed. My body is tired, aching with fever and the remnants of a cold I can't shake, but my restless mind is an incessant...
"Trisha, the Bank of America has called several times for you this past week. It wasn't a robot and the woman said she needed to speak with you directly. Something about your credit card. Probably a scam, I know, but I wanted to pass it along," Greg said while getting dressed in their bedroom for work in the morning. "OK, thanks. I'll call them back today,...
*ONE MONTH LATER* Faiz and I were walking across a town that seemed to stretch for kilometres and kilometres. *Sigh*, if only he knew how to drive, travelling would have been so much easier. We were in the peak of Spring, flowers blooming everywhere. Faiz even picked a lovely looking pink rose. He called me, pushed some of my long blonde hair and stuck its...
Country Life Ch. 03 Over the following months, there was no indication that anything unusual had happened when Peter had seen Sophie with her mother. Several times that winter Sophie visited, often with friends and on one occasion a young man, all about the same age. Some were college friends, some from Cheltenham days, and even a cousin, Fiona, from Scotl...