I thank Rjjtest1 for editing my story. ***** Amy Goldstein's thoughts were dark and bitter. After Matthew had yelled at her, she had promptly left his apartment without a word. "Mathew is grown man and he is able to make his own decisions," Amy thought. "Although his decisions are very stupid." Amy shook her head and walked towards her home. The small bun...
Samuel here. I've been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can't agree on what to make of me. I'm the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints...
Josh crept in at the back of the hall. He was late. His girlfriend had distracted him, again. Not surprising really. He had called in at her apartment after lectures and she had greeted him wearing the shortest, tightest skirt she owned. And no underwear. He could hardly blame her for the temptation this presented; it was he who had set this particular trend...
Author's Note: This is not a complete story and is intended as a prelude or supplement for stories that are part of the Brownwood Collection. Hopefully it will give readers a more detailed description of the Brownwood setting. Since this isn't an actual story, comments and scoring have been turned off. And 'yes' it's dry, needs an editor and reads like a r...
Devonny stepped onto the doorstep, paused, and considered that this was the most impressive doorstep she had ever stood upon. She raised he hand to the gilded golden doorknocker only to draw her and back in apprehension. She self-consciously smoothed her freshly laundered skirts. She adjusted her bonnet and tucked a stray dark curl inside. She reached for th...
The Queen is weeping as she comes in to the wedding feast. I am marrying her daughter today and I look forward to fucking that royal pussy raw! The wedding guests are not sure they will be able to take me as one amongst them, but I will show them of what mettle I am made. It was while I was Technical Manager at Winsore Prep School that I first met the Princ...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Epilogue It has been many years since the last Tip was decommissioned. Once, I prayed for a copy. But now, something stranger has come to pass. I don't know how --whether it was the Goddess of Mercy, the Universe, my own stubborn good luck, or a collision of parallel dimensions— but I have her back again. She isn't a copy, and she isn't my original model, n...
A/N--If you are Catholic, or easily offended, or both, maybe you should proceed with caution. Buffy was not interested in Confession. At all. She wasn’t interested in church either. Most Sundays, you could find her still in bed, recovering from a night of drinking, dancing, smoking, and more often than not, fucking. But, she heard that the new priest was ve...
Dear Shoeblossom, I hesitantly taped this over dinner, but I knew that anything Phryne said was usually pretty hot and erotic, so taking that chance I did. Of course I was also worried she'd catch me and beat the crap out of me there in the restaurant, but as Norman Mailer said once, "Culture is worth a little risk" right? Robin Timsdale "I looked up your...