Your bank accounts at 0. $45,000 in debt, plus monthly living expenses. No job, no friends, no family. You realize this is the end. You can't support yourself anymore. You can beg on the streets, live out of homeless shelters, and be miserable. Or you can become a slave. Under government law, any citizen can give up all rights and become a slave. Their debt...
I arrived at the hotel and entered the lobby. Going to the front desk, I gave my name and said I was checking in. The rather matronly woman behind the desk said, "one moment, please" and went into the office behind her. I stood there with nothing to do but wonder what was in store for me this weekend. What plans did you have? I felt a stirring in my pants th...
A part of this chapter was inspired by an idea that Baron Rod and I collaborated on late one night after he read Chapter 7 I thought it added quite a bit to the story. ***** Shelby had engaged the hyper-drive as soon as she could, almost immediately two of the remaining Ranger ships gave chase. "Status Shelby," Derrick asked groaning trying to sit up and g...
Glenn MacDonald stood at the prow of the black birlinn, his hand holding the figurehead of a grey dragon as they crossed the choppy waters of the inner sea on the way to the Isle of Skye, the thoughts of his kin slaughtered and burnt, still weighing heavy on him. As they approached the south shore, he yelled to the men in the other birlinn to make for Castle...
December You might say, my wife, closing in on forty, is really getting hornier by the day. Her hormones acting up, clear as ice . But how horny does she really get, you want to know? I´ll spare you a description of my wifey. Just think of a size 16 woman, overweight, big flappy breasts, a broad behind that´s pockmarked with cellulitis, and thighs that ten...
This might seem mild for me, but it's a fantasy that's always with me so I decided to have some fun with it. Don't worry, I promise to be my usual dirty and nasty self for my next story… Saturday mornings were pretty routine for Don. And today he was anxious to get started, had lots to do plus a haircut. He kissed his wife, Ann, and said he'd be home a bit...
Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...
Hi everyone. I have started to publish this story once before. I´m a beginner at this, and I found that the segments I published the story in then were too short. They felt chopped up, the rhythm wasn´t right. So now I´ll publish the story in three segments instead of fourteen. I hope you´ll like it. A lot of it is quite true, but certainly not everything....
You take your gaze away from my eyes now that you're satisfied I'll keep watching you. You look at your new toy and hold it pointing up with your fingers. Leaning down, you start kissing along the side, traveling up and down slowly, using very wet kisses. Your tongue slips out to lick along the rim of the head a little as you switch to the other side to wet...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THE STORY BEGS YOUR INDULGENCE TO SUSPEND DISBELIEF AND HAVE FAITH IN BORDERLINE SCIENCE.] [A no account son takes a ruthless tour of the past to find meaning and purpose to his current life; only one thing, he has to avoid the ultimate temptation.] Okay, I admit it. I...