Prologue My Dearest Starr, I cannot wait for you to visit the West Coast for your erotic adventure. I am dying to be your chaperon and guide you through all the naughtiness we can find and make movies with you as the star. Or, at least actively participating. You have made my journey through the internet an amazing series of erotic adventures and I hope to...
As the days leading up to your vacation came closer, your anticipation began to build. Finally, the trip you've been waiting on was nearing. The months to days, the days to hours and the hours were now minutes. As you patiently waited for me to arrive and pick you up. Everything you would need for the trip was in just one bag. As I pulled into your driveway,...
"Hey, Al, what's this?" You point to an oversized tanning bed that's hooked up to an array of monitors, desktops, and a large generator. "Hmm?" He didn't look up, nor did he stop typing away at another monitor that was a few feet away. "You asshole; this thing!" You're tempted to kick it, and him. He doesn't answer until a disc...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
As usual, it may help to read the first chapter: The Secret Life of George Prufrock * It was a perfect autumn day when George Prufrock and his wife Janet attended Myra Lennon's outdoor potluck supper. As Janet chatted with her friends, George wandered across the flagstone patio and into the living room: a man ignored, virtually invisible. He was the sort t...
It's Friday night and I'm sitting in the conservatory, watching the repeats of the earlier Superleague game. It's after midnight, and the girls are in bed. I can hear what's going on in their bedroom via the baby alarm; they're seven and nine, but their bedroom is at the front of the house and the conservatory at the back, so we still use the baby alarm. K...
Prologue They had in their relationship the stuff writers try to describe. To put it simply, they had a secure and timeless love, a mutual respect, an unwavering and unconditional trust, patience...and of course, obsession. Their hours were many, long, and unpredictable; so the lover's time together was often short and littered with exhaustion. Once a month...
**This is the first part in a multi-chapter story. These should be shorter chapters than the bulk of my work and they should come in a lot faster than updates for my other stories. Keep your eyes pealed for updates and don't be shy to read the rest of my stories in the meanwhile. Don't forget to vote!** "So, Meghan...let me get this straight. You're making...
I like Saturday mornings. Not because of any great affinity for being yanked from my slumber by wildlife singing or the sight of the rising sun burning off the previous night's fog. The enjoyment is more prosaic, a pure bout of escapism from my shitty one bedroom apartment with its exposed pipes along the wall, my shitty dead-end job with its shitty bosses...
When I look in the world today, a lot of what I see shocks me. Human beings have made lots of advances technologically but people haven't changed. It doesn't matter what clothes they wear, what type of car they drive or anything of the sort. Deep down inside, they're all the same. Bastards will be bastards. And bitches will be bitches. The sad thing is that...