In my lifetime, I've been called many things. Freak. Amoral. Lust-filled fiend. That's all fine by me because I really don't give a crap about what people think. I am what I am and I do what I want. By the way, Trevor is the name and trickery is the nature of my game. I am a Trickster. Modeled after those legendary pranksters from classical mythology and pop...
Claire, who was 18, was a not a popular girl, she wasn't necessarily a loser either, but fell somewhere in the center of the social food chain. She had red hair, pale skin, with a very pretty face; she had fairly large breasts for a girl her size. She was walking to class minding her own business when Brie one of the most popular girls in school and her coh...
Anna Gets rear Ended Anna first shows up in a humorous story called Anna Joins a Dating Service. This story can stand on its own, however. Anna is a beautiful buxom divorced woman who lives in Cupertino. This places her in the heart of Silicon Valley, an hour’s drive from San Francisco. Since she recently divorced her always travelling husband for ‘abando...
Australia in the 1960s, looking back on it now, seems very like America in the 1950s. We were prosperous, rather parochial and motivated by a mixture of complacency and paranoia. On one hand, people were content and pleased with their day-to-day lives, but on the other we had an exaggerated idea of the menace of Communism and other foreign evils. The Vietn...
One afternoon during the following week, Mr Gallagher was casually looking out of his window onto the lush green lawns below his study and saw something that took his eye. He rang his bell and his faithful secretary Miss O'Hare entered his room quietly. "You called me Head Master?" The Head nodded. "I have just seen Mrs West crossing the lawn from the gymna...
Belching and farting as I wake up, sitting on the side of the damn bed. Another bitch laying beside me. A neighbor's 18 year old daughter. She wants to be a damn stripper at my club, so I fucked her. No reason to... I just wanted to fuck the slut. I grab a beer off the nightstand and down it... Belch again. My damn head is killing me. Too much coke and beer...
============================ Help Your Readers. Categorized Your Story Correctly. In Love Your Readers, I wrote about things you do to improve the reading experience for your readers. In Love Your Readers: Categories, I'd like to share my ideas on making it easier for the readers to decide to give your stories a read, by placing it in the right category....
All events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. Barbara Starrett unfolded her lawn chair and sat down alone on the sideline. It was well before game time, and most of the other parents either hadn't arrived yet, or were away from the soccer field. But Barbara's dirty little secret was that, since the boys on the te...
Alone is a dangerous word. Many people fear it if they know it or not. I was one of those people, even though I stated otherwise. I had no idea that I feared that word so much because I lived with it everyday and thought that I was perfectly fine with the fact. The University I went to was vast like every other University in this country or the world. Each...
When I knew Naveen Gonzales she was a pudgy girl of 19 who was very popular with the guys. Popular, defined as easy. You always knew that a date with Naveen would have some kind of a happy ending. It was rumored she had slept with more than half the senior class. She had a reputation, as the saying goes. Guys wouldn't admit to dating her, but after they d...