The desert heat was choking, a single breath hard to find. To shelter myself I had my air conditioner blasting, barely making a difference to my sweat drenched body. The needle on the gas gauge was fighting with the empty line in a battle that would never be won. I noticed the small gas station and pulled in, my dust trail visible for miles down the flat des...
I wave hello to the boys as I breeze on back to Jasper's office. He's yelling at someone on the phone. I wait in the hallway until he's done. Jasper is sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, but his face goes from stormy to glad when I walk in. I jump in his lap. Kiss his cheek. My legs dangle over the armrest. "Hey darlin!" He wraps his arms a...
Janet yawned and stretched her long, slender legs. It was a little after seven and she was getting tired. The nineteen-year-old college freshman had signed up with a tutoring program at the junior college she attended in town and had been with the student she was paired with for two hours. Jamal Wright was flunking science and if he didn't bring his grades u...
This story contains lesbian, celebrity (Jennifer Lopez), interracial, watersports, and scat. * * * * * Another tiring live performance. These performances always took a lot out of Jennifer Lopez. Dancing and running across the stage for this amount of time was always exhausting. But besides being exhausting these dynamic performances sometimes also had a...
"We're good friends, aren't we?" Susan asked. I was a bit surprised. "I thought we were best friends," I replied. "Well let's see. Could I ask a favor of you?" "You never asked to ask before. It must be a pretty big favor." "It is. You know I've been seeing this guy for some time now…" "And you still haven't even told me him name." "…and...
Author's Note: I know it's weird to put a foreword on a third chapter of an ongoing series, but I feel it might be necessary in this case. Some "untoward" violence happens to more and more characters as this story goes along, so I feel I should warn any unwary readers who might stumble upon this tale of horror. If you're familiar with the Hammer Horror movie...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
Every thrust of the young indian woman doctor's flaring houri hips was accompanied by a soft feminine grunt from her luscious mouth as she drove the monstrous red dildo further into my shithole. "Come on white boy, you can take more," she moaned. The other end of the big red rubber dick was buried in her bushy snatch, her juices audibly squishing as she f...
I have been going to college for some time now. I'm a young woman who comes from Mexico. I am kind of new to America. It's alright out here. I don't mind. The weather bothers me sometimes, though. It makes you want to come up with ways to keep warm. My name is Sierra Caliente. My last name means heat. I'd like to tell you of a time when I went in heat. I me...
Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...