I was doing my usual Friday evening activity of sitting exhausted after the week and gazing at some drivel in the television. My wife Eve came into the room carrying a dress she had not worn for a couple of years. She held it against herself and looked at me. "This is such a nice dress. I always liked it. The only thing I regret about losing weight is that t...
Sitting next to Leslie Hennessy on a bench inside the Saint Laurent mall, I felt happy for the first time in forever. My name is Daniel Heureux. Young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, while attending Carleton University. And I'm not what you'd call lucky in the realm of love and romance. In fact, I'm coming off...
20 June White walls. White curtains. White bed sheets. No patterns. No life. No ordinary sounds. Just the infuriating "beep beep" of the impersonal machine monitoring my life signs. Shades of Monty Python and the 'machine that goes Ping!'. The thought brings a laugh to my throat and finally you notice I am awake. Stupid, flat expression. You're trying for...
The author retains all copyright to and within this story. There is no sex so no need to affirm ages of characters. I like to imagine different professions and how they might add or detract from a conversation. I got this idea in my head and couldn't shake it, despite the feeling that it wasn't the best. So in the end, it's a bit of fluff, but mine own....
Today I came face to face with a demon. I was surfing the Internet, and reading some stories at my favorite erotic literature site (Literotica, of course), and the thing leaped out into my mind and spacked me across the ego. I say it spacked me because demons spack, they don't smack. But that's another story. So this demon spacked me across my ego good and...
“Now we have finished recognising each other’s holes” you say “it’s time to move onto the final quick-fire round.” You, John Doe, cannot believe your luck. To celebrate some TV landmark, which you could not care less about, ITV2 ran a video competition to become the “Celebrity Juice” presenter for one night. The film you made got you into the final 10 and th...
My private office is in an unsuspecting little place, on one side of a fairly modest hill, in an average, if rather newish residential suburb. I work until very late at night, and only recently realised that in a way, I'm somewhat like the character in Clint Eastwood's 'Play Misty' film of the late Sixties, except that I have a very limited, select audience...
Quick authors note: If you like this story then please feel free to interact with me or join in the writing and take the character down your own path. All fetishes welcome. The former plantation house sat upon on a cliff-edge. To the east is rich pasture leading to pristine rainforest while to the west beyond a 50ft cliff lay a white pearly beach. Little rem...
When we were last with Rocky and Bullwinkle, they were frantically digging a hole into the ground with the goal of reaching China on the other side of the world. Flying there wasn't an option. "I can't get my antlers past airport security," said Bullwinkle. Their goal after reaching China is to get a strange weapon repaired for none other than those two ne...
"Honey, I'm home." You say intentionally trying to make your fiance cringe. Walking into the new house you two bought together, the novelty of owning your first house and living a couple of states away from your families has not worn out on you yet. You and April, after saving up enough money, were finally able to afford moving to this house in Sal...