Celebs: Erika Christensen, Alicia Witt. Codes: FF, oral, romance. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are fictionalized. All celebrities in the story are impersonated — poorly. I, the author, have no actual conne...
Congressman Philip Sundermann, a Republican from Pennsylvania, had just finished moving into his office and apartment in Washington, DC. This was his freshman year in the U.S. House of Representatives, having easily beaten a social conservative in the primary and trounced a left-wing Democrat in the general election who had proved too radical for traditional...
2: Early Years Sweet-faced Angela Briscoe with sensuous lips and a flattering cleavage had become the darling of management at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, before her unmasking. It would have been her sensational unmasking but for an amazing substantial cover-up. In this episode Angela's entry into adulthood is outlined. POST-ADO...
Zeb was almost feeling better after two hours of intense exercise. Aside from banishing his hangover, his exertions had enabled his humiliation and anger to abate. He had resolved to consummate his visit to the health club with a leisurely sauna and soak in the hot tub just to delay going home. Zeb was shampooing his hair when he saw the penis walk into the...
It's Friday night and I get ready to go out. The night is young and the streets are mine. I'm ready to out on the warpath and make someone pay for a certain injustice that was done to a friend of mine. I'm gonna do something that's very illegal and might cost me my life. It doesn't matter what happens. It needs to be done in the name of justice and revenge....
It's totally amazing how one's mind gets jumbled up when a woman is involved. For me, even after I was divorced, I continued to think about my former wife. It was as if she'd never leave the etchings of my memory bank. Nothing could dismiss the thoughts of her loving mouth, the way she's suck me and fuck me and, well, satisfy my every sexual need. There w...
I am sending this e-mail to you, Miss Stephanie, because I just discovered my slave-boy, Tresner, has been sending you these impudent stories in the hopes of getting your phone call. I am horrified, and terribly apologetic. He was not allowed to join any Yahoo Groups without my permission—indeed, he isn't allowed to use the computer much at all, and is o...
"These are my old digs," George told Buster after the game. "Let me show ya around town, kiddo." "I'm kind of tired, Georgie. I just want to grab a bite to eat at the hotel and get some shuteye." "It ain't even dark yet," George spoke from the windowless visitors' locker room in Fenway. As usual, Buster put on a fresh white shirt and his grey suit coat, t...
This was submitted for entry into the Marxist Story Competition No. 3 held on the General Bulletin Board. That's why it is a short story as the rules stated we had to write less than 1500 words ('though I've added a few more for this version) and include various key words in the story-line. For some reason the competition never started and so here's my con...
Not all cosmic powerful beings like to toy with heroes or challenge them to competitions or fights. Some genuine like and admire them. They watch them go through great pain and suffering and rise above it all. They become something even they respect for mere mortals to overcome great adversity. And it frustrates them to no end that these heroes never seemed...