Outcast My mom bailed me from the county jail after my DUI arrest. I had only been inside for a few hours, but I'd never been more worried or bored in my life. When we got home, my rucksack was waiting by the door, all my worldly possessions were packed in it, my father picked it up, threw it at me, and invited me to leave his house. That sucked. I w...
"Pleez...por favor...pretty pleez...fuck me..." I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, pleading to be penetrated. I didn't have to beg...nothing in the world would have stopped Lola from spraying her seed deep inside my ass...but I know it's what they wanted to hear. I regretted it immediately...well almost immediately...nothing can take away from the pur...
Sara sighs out in absolute boredom, as she rides shotgun in her boyfriends truck. They travel up a logging road flanked by tall cedar trees, if it were not for the frequent bends she would be certain that road was never-ending by this point. She looks at the clock on the dashboard, she groans deeply in mental agony as they reach the nearly six hour mark of t...
Author's Note: This is a girls day out section, mostly. Pretty close to no sexual content. However, if makeovers get you off, we got you covered. Chapter 8 -- Coffee to Go Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: One thing I have always wished I could have watched is the meeting of Aunt Frannie and Aunt Jo. If you want to talk of odd couples, start right there...
Saturday July 15, 2001 That mother fucker is history. Gone. Done. I got back from the hospital after the police arrested him. I'm glad I wasn't these when they got him. I don't know what I would have done. The phone's ringing off the hook and I'm not going to answer it again. His mom, then his sister called. Mrs. McSweeney started out nice, just concerned,...
Copyright© 2012 by Stultus Synopsis: In a grove near you, pagans and other Vermont towns folk are gathering to celebrate Samhain, the night when the veil between the living and the dead, between this world and others, is thin... and sometimes a passageway for ancient evils! Can one modern witch and a very confused local town sheriff put an end to a hundred...
Chapter 2: Entropy and Sorrow's Kiss Alan Burnett listened to an oldies radio station, an AM station that had been around since a year longer than forever - and that had a play-list that seemed comfortably lost in the seventies. Steely Dan was still Reelin' In The Years, and the cop sat in the air conditioned Dodge Police Interceptor, his thumbs drumming aw...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
Foreword from Saxon Hart First thing I have to say is Thanks to qmh1 for writing 500 Annies. Why am I thanking another author for writing a story? Because it inspired this one. I read 500 Annies with great enthusiasm. When I was done I read the feedback and some of the suggestions for how he might deal with Annie being a whore. I was composing a feedback su...
This is story of Margi and Clyde – a good one, I think, different and not at all what I expected it to be. After my encounters with Andrea, angel of mine, and the second thing with Elaine, I knew that I had not finished with experimenting. Derek and I are drifting apart – or, at least, it seems that way to me. Nothing significant happened it just that there...