Dedicated to a college swallowed alive and its abducted students. Rage against the machine. Create despite them. Atlanta, Georgia. 1988. Emma's foot shook impatiently inside the big black boots she wore in all her waking hours. 'If that woman says it one more time...' she gritted her teeth as the professor did indeed say it one more time. She wanted...
Alright, first of all, I wouldn't technically call her a "Porn Star." She was in a few adult films and had some background in the industry, but definitely not all over the place. That said, this was an experience not long ago, when I was traveling in L.A. with a few buddies. We were having drinks pretty late at night in a popular club, when my friend grabb...
When Sienna walked back into her father's hospital room with the ice bucket, she noticed that she had walked in on a stare down, between her father and Brandon. They both quickly turned to look at her but neither had seen her hesitate at the door briefly before she walked back in. "Well, I'm going to take off. Did you need me to take you home?" Brandon aske...
Chapter 4 - New Beginnings Melanie was having a sincerely disappointing week. It had nothing to do with her course, but with the little fucking troll she was roomed with. Right from the start she knew this wasn't going to work, but once their name is official in document where they were living, that was their room. - - - When she first arrived she found h...
A middle-aged man looks back on a crazy night from his youth. *** It was the summer of 1978 and I was dating this girl by the name of Janice, driving a beat up VW van and enjoying myself in the brief time I had before college would force me back to the real world. Janice was a couple of months younger than I was and my fascination with her was purely phys...
Part I -------------- I was on the train when I first saw him, his dark eyes brooding and intentional, and his hair disheveled. It was a tuesday, and the rain and fog had left a mysterious and homesick gloom in the air forcing the streets to almost be abandoned. However, the train was warm, and I was grateful to be sheltered from the rain and the emptine...
White Trash Ch. 4 – Payback's A Bitch Once again, I apologize if a half-assed story breaks out here. Just read the juicy bits if you want. I won't mind. Another fair warning though: While still a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker at heart, if you're at all squeamish about harder BDSM, skip down to where Pegs joins the fun. Enjoy. ********** Stinky Pet...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
Author's Note: Most names and times have been changed. Some of this is true. And yes, the title was inspired by that old Guns n' Roses song. * The phone rang, shaking me out of an afternoon doze. Still tasting the Jack Daniel's from this Friday's "lunch", I answered it as I untangled the wire. This was a few years ago. Phones had wires and plugged into the...
"Can you tune it to ESPN2?" the cute blonde asked as she downed the last of her thick frothy pint. "And another Guinness, please." The sports bar I run in Bend was nearly empty on this Sunday night. The summer tourist season here in Central Oregon was winding down, snowbirds already flying south in their Winnebagos and kids long ago back at school. The moun...