[ This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are entirely coincidental. Otherwise, please enjoy. ] [C] Copyright 2009 [ Deserted, Or Is It? ] Natalie and Karina made their way through a small Midwest town. The sun was high in the sky, and cast its rays on trees, small wooden shelters, and the dirt road. Only two years...
Back to college, What I guess you could call my "Mandy Phase". When last we left our hero was passed out drunk against a tree with a swollen knee and bleeding from a gash on his hand. (That's me.) I woke up to voices. I recognized one. My eye lids felt heavy so I kept them closed while I listened. "Damn! What happened to him?" (Some laughter.) "Oh shit!...
Jenn woke up to bright and clear Monday morning. It had been two days since she had put on her show for the tall skater punk and she was ready to get some more loving from her husband while thinking about him. Unfortunately for Jenn, Jeff was still visiting his mom. Jenn had some time off work for a couple of weeks while the dental practice she worked at got...
Sitting in the sea foam green kitchen of Ed and Lorraine Clearwater Father Leo Aviles sat quietly and drank his coffee. Wearing his roman collar on a short sleeved black shirt, his dark muscular arms, youthful face and tousle of black hair made him seem more like a kid than a Priest. He had known Ed and Lorraine for over ten years, as they were regular commu...
Chapter Twelve Earth - 3752 C.E. Whatever else Earth might be—and it was a candidate for many honours—in the thirty-eighth century what it principally happened to be was mostly just a tourist resort. It was the same wherever Paul and Beatrice travelled on the planet: everything they saw was labelled and displayed for the benefit of tourists. The visitors to...
How did I end up working at a porn shop? Desperation I guess. Low on money. Maybe I was interested in checking out the dingier, creepier areas of life. And I do love porn. My computer's full of it and I still have boxes of old porn magazines dating back decades stacked up in a closet at home. So I guess I did have a personal interest after all. And the pay...
My clock and watch repair shop is on the High Street in our town and has a recessed doorway in which many courting couples stop to 'canoodle' as they walk home from the pubs at night. My doorway has been a favourite lovers' haunt for decades. Back when I was a small boy and the shop was owned by a butcher, my pals and I were well aware that it attracted 'noc...
"Hey, Chief, what's your hurry?" Lisa blocked the front door with spread arms and bedroom eyes, naked. Tom grinned. His resolve to leave diminished while another part of him expanded. "I have to get an early start, if I'm going to make the hike in two days." Suddenly, torn by indecision, he thumbed her nipples, weighed her proposition in the palm of each ha...
New York may be the city that never sleeps, but it sure does sleep around. Not that I'm complaining, sex is good for business. I'm a Private Investigator. A big part of the job is photographing unfaithful assholes while they carry out their kinks: Need. Lust. Desire. Point is I find dirt, and it pays. People do some horny shit. Normally I avoid getting...
It was April first and you know what that means and the guys, Elaine, and I had a prank planned for the bosses secretary, Joyce. The boss had been fucking her almost daily for years I think. She was always sexily dressed but not over the top sexy. Elaine found a pair of her thongs in the bathroom trash can a few days earlier and came up with the devious plan...