My name is Jay Saint Guillaume. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The story that I'm about to tell you is one hundred percent true. Of course many will doubt me because that's what doubters do. I don't give a shit. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Oh, by the way, I'm also a vampire. Just thought you sh...
Dear Shoeblossom: I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in my early twenties. In the summer after my junior year at Harvard, I wrecked Dad's BMW while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vaca...
GOLDIE PART 4 - FUCKING A PERSIAN'S WIFE AND ATTACKED BY A BEARDED ASSASSIN I'm sitting here in my cell thinking about why I've been convicted of murder. I just don't get it. I never killed the man, I've never killed anyone. Sure, I was seen together with him on the last day he was seen alive, but what does that prove? Nobody has ever been found a dead body...
OK, Here is part 2. I wrote this for a friend, and I'm posting it as its already done, as part ones ratings were an all time low for me. I don't mind the low ratings as much as the complete lack of constructive criticism. If you want better things to read, tell authors what you like & don't like. * So..a quick recap. My wife is a dirty slut who trapped me...
During a wintry afternoon in London, Barry Pryor was browsing amongst the curios in one of Covent Garden's many market stalls when he heard a voice that called to him out of his past. "Hello, Mr Pryor," said the voice. "Remember me?" As Barry turned around, he certainly did recall him. It was Adrian Boulton, one of his former pupils at Rudgate Comprehensiv...
Helen began to stroke Timmy on his head as he sat on his perch, his claw fixed firmly to it just in case he did decide to make a flying dash. She became used to him, not as aggressive as Imelda who somehow seemed to take a noisy dislike to Helen, fluttering in her cage nearby. David Lord returned to the aviary with a bowl of what looked like mashed up flesh....
Musical theatre is one of those things that people tend to either love or hate. For my part, I love it. I love watching it, I love taking part, I even love being backstage as I am this week. I won't say where, for obvious reasons, but I will say that the show in question is Mel Brooks' musical masterpiece, The Producers. Those of you who've seen it will know...
John entered the dark movie house with the sounds of a woman gasping on the screen. He could see she was kneeling before a huge cock and smiling. Then she leaned her head forward and began to suck on it. John froze momentarily. This is what he had come to see. Two days in the big city and one night to live the life of a swinging single. He would start with...
You should have seen the way they reacted when I walked onto the field the day of tryouts. I guess they really weren't expecting me. Like most Cheerleading squads in the United States of America, the ladies of the Easton University Cheerleading Squad were all skinny blondes. Well, I guess that's why I decided to give Cheerleading a try. My name is Emilie Jea...
It was after midnight when I arrived at this little hole-in-the-wall called Runaround Sue's, not my usual type of nightclub. I had already been drinking and it was close to my place. I heard the country western music coming from the place before I parked my car, so I parked in front of a business that was already closed a cross the street. I heard a little...