This morning began like any other morning for me. I missed most of it. This is what comes of being a night person, you tend to miss most of the mornings, at least that part of the mornings between four and eleven. As far as I was concerned mornings ended not long after my head hit the pillow, and stuttered back to life at eleven. Whoever's pillow it was didn...
"Listen, the only reason I will allow you to continue breathing is to transport that wet cunt to wherever I say." He stroked her through her clothing, she tried to withdraw but she was being held by two strong men, one on each arm. "Your dripping minge is mine to be used and traded at my whim." He looked her fully in the face, she was attractive in an ang...
Here they were, cuddled on the couch watching a scary movie on a Saturday night. What was it this time? Some old black and white flick about a vampire in a castle. Trent had started to lose track of the titles. Watching horror movies on Saturday nights had recently become one of their weekend rituals. They were both self-proclaimed movie buffs. Trent was mor...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
It seemed like a dream job at first, this lingerie inspector gig. After all, who wouldn't want to travel to the homes of women who've just purchased intimate apparel from Naughty N' Nice and inspect their bodies for poorly attached bra straps or crotch openings that could possibly chafe? After that million dollar class-action lawsuit involving a faulty set...
As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I'll also add that we don't always see eye to eye with each other, and often play around with a story after they have read it. Consequently I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. Clarificati...
Beth Mitchell opened her eyes to the soft light of early dawn seeping through the sky-blue gauze curtains covering her bedroom windows. She stared up at the ceiling for a second, then turned and looked at her alarm, noting that she had another fifteen minutes before it would go off. But instead of laying her head back down – she had never been the sort to go...
Chapter 17: A Hero Falls Special thanks to Desert Pirate for his kind assistance. The next morning, I was still a bit stiff and sore. I got up slowly and put my bathrobe on. Going to Uncle Dar's room, I saw that he was awake so I asked him if he minded me using the tub for a long soak. He looked at me and asked, "Bit sore this morning? Bet that teaches yo...
My brother and I were opening up a new restaurant. It was a bit of a gamble for us but he was a superb chef and we were both willing to work hard. Would you believe all the red tape you have to go through? It's like they don't want you to succeed. We stuck it out though and were due to open shortly. One last thing we had to do was get a health certificate f...
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun (1951) Preface: The Teller of the Tale My name is Mitch Taylor. You may recognize my name if you follow the best seller lists. My fourth appearance on the most prominent such list in the USA will occur next week after the very recent publication of my new novel. Alth...