As always, I thank my team of terrific editors. Girlinthemoon, norafares, Hal, Pixel the Cat, and GeorgeAnderson. They take my jumble of words and make them into something readable. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me a critical peer review. I am very grateful to him for his friendship and all he does for me. Sbrooks103x gives me a pre-post read and off...
Sharon scanned the gathering of naked men and women around the table and smiled. There was not one dickhead amongst them. It was rare, in any situation, to be amongst a group of like-minded folk who all agreed on pretty much everything. There was never any discussion of religion or politics mind you, mainly just sport, entertainment and of course, sex. Duri...
As much as possible, I'd worked to forget the past. And so for the last several years I'd been trying to live my life in the now. Unfortunately, it was not much of a life. I'd become mostly an island. I'd become self-contained. I reached out to others as infrequently as I needed to. I viewed change as my enemy. Ian Fleming wrote: "Once is happenstance. Twic...
1. Abigail Melons, uncommonly pretty and figure to die for, was feeling routinely fabulous as she arrived for work. She was thoroughly looking forward to the day ahead of her. She always did. What young lady wouldn't enjoy her job when her place of employment was populated almost exclusively by men who were head over heels for her? It was a most acceptable...
"What are you dreaming of Big Sister?" The alien girl known as Briar speaks through her host body, that of young Abigail Spencer. Mere hours ago the alien seedling of the World Tree admitted to being part of a dimensional offshoot of Gaea herself. Each world had its own version. For Briar the new world she occupies is very confusing. It had for a very long...
Unlike the old movie, it wasn't the Summer of 42', but it might as well have been. I had just turned eighteen, looking forward to Graduation, which was just a few month's away. I wasn't looking forward to the draft however, Vietnam still very much apart of the American way of life at that time. It was a period of self-discovery, decisions, and a very uncert...
A little insight to who I am and why I am like I am. * I used to work in the Sex Industry. No, not that part of it... Not yet at least. ;) I was paid to sit on the end of a phone and talk to people. I was a Chat Line Operator. Paid by the hour, to sit and talk. I didn't set out to be a "Paid Sex Worker", I was young, I had rent to cover and it started...
I was alone for the first time in nearly as long as memory would stretch. My new friends, or handlers, or tormentors, one might more aptly call them, were loading the truck with things to take to the party. I was of no use in that regard: my hands were useless, handcuffed behind my back, just as they'd been since just after I set foot on this crazy island....
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Also, this is not a 'stroke' story. The sex is minimal. If you are looking for a 'stroke' story, hit the backspace key on your keyboard. * Amber glumly looked up when her cell door clanged open. "Come on, Sweetheart, let's go," Elise smiled, pushing A...
CHAPTER FOUR -- FRIENDS Julie wakes with a mumbled groan, her body sore and stiff. The opening between the huge flower petals is wide. Morning daylight streams in. Sound of wind in the trees, the call of birds. Recalling her final memories before sleep, she makes a face. That thing was here. The huge lizard-bat with the fluttering sex organ deep inside me....