Spicy... Unlike many people who get very stressed about travel, I have a somewhat philosophical attitude. Generally the type of travel that I do doesn't involve crawling under barbed wire, having to bribe officials, or having anyone shoot at me. And so I treat delays as minor inconveniences at worst, and opportunities for engaging with people I otherwise wo...
"As you can see, we have a pretty complete printing facility and can take on any job you give us!" said Karen, the tall, strikingly attractive owner of the quick printing shop. "So you do," I said, taking a look around at the presses and computer-based printers. "This is a very impressive operation." Karen smiled and her green eyes sparkled with pride. She...
Chapter Two By the time I came back out of the bathroom, a few million sperm spinning toward the water-treatment plant behind me, I had already begun to feel embarrassed. The high was wearing off. I had just engaged Rita Distefano, my 40-something crush, in a highly-charged discussion about sex scenes in books. At the time, it had seemed to go famously, be...
© 2006 by Penelope Street Out in the sticks there's often not much else to do on a Friday besides drink, dance, and fuck. I guess I've always had a particular fondness for those last two. In hindsight, I'm certain that's why my father would only pay my tuition if I attended Northwest Wisconsin State University. With my grades, I wasn't exactly in line fo...
"Here's to us and our new apartment," I said to my live in girlfriend, Sarah, and raised my glass of Merlot in a toast. We had just finished unpacking all the boxes that accompanied us from our old, drafty two-story house across town. We had really gotten lucky with this place, the building was only a few years old and well insulated. Although the rent was...
It was early spring; James and I were enjoying the warm weather and cleaning up the yard. James was burning some old trees that had fallen in the back yard. I watched two of our cats, Ninja and Tabasco, playing in the tall grass, chasing one another and the butterflies that graced us with their beauty. Rocky, my tiger stripped tabby was laying at my feet enj...
I've made some major editorial and grammatical errors in the first chapter, so I 've revised it and I've added some two hundred new words. Gazelles: Daddy's fabulous fucking fuckdolls chapter two is coming soon. Author's note: Instead of telling you what a Gazelle is I'll put a visual in your mind. There is this old so-so movie with this beautiful actress...
Note- Totally fiction. I have never met Emma Watson and this never happened. xxx I had decided after my most recent disaster trying to help out young men and women in need of guidance and support that I would turn to something that I knew best. No, not fucking. Acting. The organised free dinner for the needy and unemployed in South London had backfired bad...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
Father Charles' Unusual Sunday Brunch Chapter 1, The Invitation Father Charles Dodson, the thirty year old pastor of St. Joseph's Catholic Church, was sitting at the dining table in the rectory kitchen waiting patiently for his lunch to be served. He was wearing skimpy but comfortable running shorts, tennis shoes with short socks, and a loose fitting light...