OHIO Pen Pals That weekend stop at Bass Lake, in Indiana, was just one stop in our summer trip to the far eastern side of Ohio from our home in central Illinois. We had a kinky summer planned ahead. We were going to visit with a couple we'd met from a Penthouse Forum book. One of those TV guide sized books where people want to meet others for various thing...
Lauren had just turned 18 the other day. She was the last of a group of six girls, who had all grown up together since as far back as they could remember, to turn 18. Each girl had been raised in a very strict household. They didn't very much like it, but they accepted it, knowing that when they turned 18, things would be different. So one day, around 4 or 5...
I've been on this damn planet for centuries and let me just say that the scenery changes but the terms stay the same. I've watched as men could beat their wives because they felt they were out of line and it just be a part of life. But I'm glad to say it's looked down upon now, I literally killed a few husbands after watching them beat their wives, because...
Kevin Harris later learns her name is really Francesca Parker, but her name badge reads Fran. The last place he would ever picture her working is an auto part store. Her curly black hair frames her soft round face, her sweet blue eyes, and those lips around the whitest of teeth; they all say any place but an auto parts store. The thing he is the most fixat...
It's 1:00 AM Labor Day, one of the loneliest nights of the year. Alone, sober, I see drunk people. They move in twos, threes and ones up and down the bar-lined boulevard. Some bounce. Some drag. Hunger wafts through the streets. Cadillac Escalades, sprayed in their finest pearl-white, strut down Erie Street at fifteen m.p.h. though they appear to be doing tw...
I decided to celebrate the Mexican Day of the Dead by inviting my Mexican friend to visit. His name is Luis, he's 12 years younger than me, and he's, well, let's just say he's a little lacking in documentation to be in this country. Luis has the best smile, and every time we talk I feel great. We've talked of many things, from travel to Marxism, but never sh...
Chapter 03: Born Under a Good Sign The ride home was pleasant for me, alternating between sipping Old Grand-Dad and playing with my toys, joeie's cock and balls. He mewed with every breath, and that little sound mixed with the warmth of the bourbon reinforced my resolve to make this visit the coldest and cruelest one yet. Each time we stopped for a light I...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
Thanks to Sean Renaud for his entertaining other-worldly stories, and to Throbbs for his memorable drawing of Thor. These are the sources of inspiration that I leaned upon to come up with this: * "I'm not Jessica Rabbit, but like her, I've been drawn in such a way as to give me a bad reputation even before people get to know me! It is patently unfair, but...
Becca was meticulously applying her makeup, enjoying a Marlboro Light 100 and her third margarita as she waited for Kevin to get home. The lithe 31-year-old brunette had a surprise in mind for him and had been excited about it all day at work. When her boyfriend did get home, they had a nice dinner and talked casually about their days. After cleaning up, h...