You've heard this declaration before, or versions of it. Indeed, it's a trope now (I do hate that word, redolent as it is if some obscure South American jungle fruit.) Let me elaborate in the summary manner favoured by the T.V guide: A woman declares her sexual liberation. Carnal shenanigans ensue. Of course you know this story, the hero's journey with dr...
This is the second part of Overcoming The Odds and it comes 10 months after the first part. To my delight the first part was well received, receiving over 450 votes and averaging 4.53/5 which was very gratifying. There were some basic grammatical and geographical errors in the first one which I know irked some readers and I'll try and iron them out this time...
When the doorbell rang I honestly thought I was hearing things, I'd lived in my apartment for two years and I don't think anybody had ever rang it before. It's not that I don't have any friends although if I'm being honest I don't have many, it's just that I live in a secure block and any visitors would ring the bell at ground level and then I would either c...
Sure, I knew that I had taken advantage of her. I had manipulated her. I had used her. I had made her the subject of a twisted experiment, of sorts. But did I really deserve those final words from her? She always had some sort of thing for me. That's how it started. I was just in that particular time in a guy's life when it was easy to see myself as a hot...
"What if you worked for me?" "Work for you?" June looked at him. "I don't know how to do anything, Malcolm. I haven't had a job in an office in—" "No," he said with a big laugh, "not that kind of work." "You mean, hooking for you with you as my pimp?" "Well, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but yeah, I guess. Only, I'd call it more of an escort service."...
I slept in until 12 noon, again! I couldn't believe it.... half my day wasted in bed. Well my logic is, if you wasted one half... you might as well waste the other. Therefore I got ready to go to my local bar! It was 30 minutes until I got there, ordered my usual drink... and sat around talking to the locals. Now most people in this bar know each other, but...
Corona Curios - the throbbing member Too early? Inappropriate response to a global emergency? Then this one's probably not for you. Give yourself a break and it a miss. I'm not sure my ego could take a flurry of disgusted single stars. For the rest of you miscreants. Enjoy. My government has told me we all need to pull together. I assume their pun was int...
I take one last trip around the block before I approach the heavy black metal doors of the club, surreptitiously glancing around to catch anyone who might see where I'm going. Pushing inwards, my anxiety skyrockets as I find myself in a dingy little vestibule with a coat check window and a set of double doors slightly ajar. Purple light and music pass throug...
(As always, bricks and bouquets as desired. Feel free to comment. Good comments inspire me. Bad comments enlighten me of where I should have done better. Keep them coming!) CHRISTOPHER'S SIDE I walked aimlessly. Just how was I going to measure up to Brian's memories? Everything that I did for her in bed from now on, would be tainted by his measure. Even if...
(This story is written in the view of a husband whose wife falls victim to the infamous professor Royer and his mind-controlling device. This is the fifth part. Thanks a lot for the feedback on the first parts, I appreciate it a lot and try to use it to improve my stories :-) * Chapter 09 - the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 5 For nearly one week...