Paraphilia Jones stared in massive approval at what to all appearances was an enormous reticulated python growing in the crotch of the passenger seated across from her in the morning express train. She could feel her own wetness as her juices spilled over the plastic seat. She ground her crotch against the rock-like wonders of modern polymer science. She lo...
Chapter 3: Freak Camp Their passion spent, both Judy and the dwarf named Oscar lay together in the muddy ground surrounded by tall spindly grass. He seemed to have collapsed on top of her, with his ample organ still buried in her. Since he was a small person and didn't weigh a lot, she didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed the warmth of his body, and found hers...
It was a swinging reception in a grand hotel with a funky DJ and great food. Jack had been dancing most of the night and Jill had been teasing him with glances and touches for most of the time. Jack had moved to the large fruit bar and was helping himself to some grapes when Jill came quietly up behind him. "Hi," she purred. "Hi." He fed her a grape. "Did...
Baseball. Hot dogs. Apple Pie. Mom. We have all heard these little homilies used to describe classic Americana; the things, big and small, that make us what we are. But what about that OTHER quintessential American tradition? No, not sleazy talk shows; SHOPPING! What could be a more red-blooded, all-American tribute than taking to the malls on a whim and a c...
He liked her stories. She had a nice clean style, moved the story along, had a nice feel for the language. Her writing said smart. Her women had passion. He liked smart. He loved women. He was moved by passion. His lifestyle had been admired by many. His resume was long and varied. He had acted and modeled for jeans (good ass). He had been an entertainment...
Please do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium. ------------------------------------------ "I'm going to shove this fucking ball down your fucking throat!" A large menacing black woman, dressed in a slim white tennis outfit, glared at the Roman gladiator, fist upraised, extending a bright green ball towards him. I looked on with amu...
I'm not a man who makes a lot of close friends. It's not that I'm hostile; I'm friendly with almost everyone. It's just that I don't easily get *close* to anyone. Perhaps because of that, the few that I *do* feel comfortable with as close as family. I'm not sure what it takes to make the transition from friendly coworker to *friend*, but Tod had it. Perhap...
A Couple - Part 5 - The Merger Conspiracy Fails Suzanne and Madelyn arrived within minutes of each other on Monday morning after New Year's. Lisa did the airport pickup and by the time they arrived at the house, all three were smiling. I helped with luggage and inquired about the smiles, given the tension of the last ten days over the acquisition rumors in...
The stunning blond "Lisa Porter" pulled into the parking area of the small town shit motel called the "Stikkit Inn" named after the local scumlord, "Lyle Stikket". She knew of the place, even stayed there a few times in her younger days. Since marrying Michael Porter her choice of lodging improved immensely. Parking her White Corolla in front of the room giv...
Janette stood there; numb, unable to move or think straight. "Um, it's nice to meet you." She nodded politely to the man who Melissa's arms were possessively wrapped around. She forced herself to smile as convincingly as she could in a desperate effort to mask anything on her face that might betray her utter humiliation at that moment. Melissa looked at he...