Beaver Jones was walking slowly towards the bank of the river Minge. She was a tall blonde assassin. With red lipstick, a fur coat, and a killer smile to die for. The people saw her as public enemy number 1. Her juices flowed from the de-industrialisation penis, swollen with the heady gains of a capitalist sweat-gland. It was a powerful symbol of the Soviet...
Hi, everybody I'm back after a very long absence, thanks again for your patience! *** My friendship with John McDonald went back quite a way. We'd met long ago when I was just a partner in a photo business with my childhood friend Chris Foster. McDonald was regarded something of an Orson Welles-type, an auteur of cinema to some, but to others he was all ta...
Andrew was starting to wonder if his decision to stay home that summer was a bad one. Quite a few of his friends had gone off to camp, and the neighborhood seemed empty now. The morning after the last bus to camp had left, Andrew knew it was going to be a long, boring summer. He trudged downstairs and ate the last of the pancakes, his mother and father havin...
Silvertree Chronicles Book Seven, Knights Rise, as the Light of Darkness Falls Synopsis: With the death of Serius Silvertree a veil of evil was lifted from the world. Few knew of the depth of his sacrifice. The father of nine had to make last-minute changes to his will while in a petrified state and marry his two brides. The question nobody has an answer to...
It is an indisputable fact that relations between the US President, Dwight D. Eisenhower, and Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev deteriorated dramatically in May 1960. The so called Cold War was at its highest at this time due to the capture of Francis Gary Powers. The American pilot had been shot down in his CIA U2 spy plane in Soviet airspace and the consequ...
It was game day in the college town. The streets were full of young people donned in red and white and black. The bars, the shops, the restaurants, even the café were decorated in the university's special brand of scarlet. There was a bite in the air and a buzz on the streets as people filed in from the surrounding towns and the opposing team's town. Game da...
"Well, little one," Vicky said rubbing her belly, "It's you and me now; we're in this together." For the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, Vicky had no job to be at, no school assignments; no parents to please. She was free to live her life on her own terms, and for the new life growing inside her. The problem was, of course, the life she wanted desp...
By way of introduction, my name's Tom and at eighteen I had been late developing at puberty. I attended an all boys grammar school in south-east London. In the first three or four years, I had been self-conscious about getting changed for PE lessons because of my lack of pubic hair and small genitals, but by the age of eighteen, I had developed into a tee...
Written over the span of two days, this is heavy on political satire, and was somewhat amusing to write. Hope you enjoy it. Please take this all with a grain of salt, no matter what side of the aisle you're on. It's all lighthearted in nature. As for categories? Exhibitionism? Fetish? Humor? Science Fiction? Incest? I'll flip a coin. Cheers!" ***** Dr. Dis...
Apartment 8C Carrie The Comely Co-ed (An Original Story - Copyright 2013) _______________________________________ It was my favorite part of the workday, well really that's quitting time so I suppose it was my second favorite time. I had already taken lunch and my co-worker Jose was taking his and once he returned there would only be an hour remaining unt...