I dig through an anemic assortment of cassettes, hoping vaguely for a Neil Young or Leonard Cohen gem. Good Will shopping is like any garage sale; fishing in shit for a priceless prize. "Can I squeeze in?" asks a woman in her mid-to-late forties, smiling widely. "Sure," I say, sounding apologetic and moving an inch or two to the side. "I have one of thes...
The Michel Family Part 1 Prefix It was the spring of 2015 the world was heading for unprecedented disaster. The western governments were mucking around with the weather after the earth move on its axis. Causing disasters throughout the world defeating exactly what they were trying to prevent. Governments and countries were falling Greece is the latest on...
Kevin had just finished cleaning his apartment and was getting ready for the shower when the doorbell rang. He silently swore to himself that if this was yet another visit from Jehovah's Witness, the third that week, he would drag them into the apartment, tie them up and then force them to sit and watch him and his friends getting shitfaced. While they all c...
Chapter 1 The Set-Up My little sexual, I don't know, perversions, fetishes, twists on the normal, has never been exposed, displayed, nor shared...period. It never hurts anyone or affects my interaction with daily life (though it probably has contributed to my difficulty developing relationships). It is one of the few absolute secrets I have kept from the w...
A young woman was sitting behind the desk, looking intently at a document, and nervously clicking her pen. As I came in, she looked up at me, giving me one of those formal smiles that I hate so much. I liked that particular smile though, maybe due to the fact that a charming dimple appeared on her left cheek. She was dressed in black business suit with white...
Her uniform looked as though it was almost too small on her, although it didn't seem to matter. She had rolled the sleeves of her shirt up to nearly her elbows, allowing a view of her tan skin and small, soft hands with perfect nails. She had left the top four buttons of her blouse undone, and a distinct line of cleavage drew Brian's eyes further down her ch...
I bought a telekart in the Eilat bus station and started calling travel agencies from the public phone in the hope that I could find Sarah Liebowitz. Fortunately, Sarah had a good reputation in Eilat and the first agency I called gave me the number of her company. When I called Sarah’s agency, a woman with a pleasant, sensual voice answered. The woman had...
As mentioned by a comment from a reader about my first story that person believed that the story Navy Blues is racist bullshit. Further from the truth could that be. I abhor racism. I was raised in a mixed race family. My stepdad taught me to believe that I should look into a person's eyes and locate that person's heart. If I cannot see the heart, then move...
After my conversation with Yara, I expect to wake up alone the next morning, but I'm pleasantly surprised to find a warm body cuddled up against my back. Grayson's nose is pressed into that spot underneath my ear that he seems to love so much and his arm is thrown over my side with his hand splayed across my belly. His morning erection is nestled into my ba...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...