(I do not own the cover picture) There are many errors humanity has made. But we always came back from it. At least, we thought we did. I never thought that we would be be this far up shit creek without a paddle. We were in the midst of a fucking zombie apocalypse, after the pschopathic anthromorph also known as the American President started World War Three...
It was 3 o'clock and Martin was my next appointment. I looked forward to meetings with Martin. He was easy to talk with, rattling off facts, figures and anecdotes with the ease of a politician. His sessions fulfilled something in me that was hard to explain. In fact, it represented the kind of work-a-day task that when you remembered you had to do it, you be...
Shit....this suit is very tight, I am going to have serious chaffing and quite possibly red marks across my body. Why did I have to eat pizza at lunch? I have clearly put on a few pounds. Alright... fine, tomorrow I will join the gym and try and lose a few pounds. After all a girl in my position cannot afford to get fat. My auntie Suha is large as a whale an...
New York City 1957 The rumors were flying around not only the city but also the country about 'The Horseman' and his startling appearance in the fight against crime and corruption. Naturally, opinions varied widely. Many thought he was a masked lunatic who fancies himself some sort of Samurai with his swords and bows. There were others shared the opinion th...
I remember Chrysler had just come out with their minivan and my wife wanted one. We had just had twins a couple years before and the Grand Am that I had, albeit a four door, was a bit tight for two baby seats and assorted baby stuff. I did some research, namely hitting junk yards. Junk yards are a good way to see which cars are crashworthy. This was a time...
I am a car salesman at a local car company, when a young female came in looking for a new car. I introduced myself and told her the little story that we are trained to do. She told me what she wanted for a car and I just did as I usually did and just shook my head and nodded, one reason for this was because this was probably the best looking mom I've ever...
New edit! This story is completely fictional and in no way, in absolutely no way reflects my views in the real world. This is a simple non con fantasy (if you go down that path) and is not real nor should it be real. (This is a old old old story I found saved in my old hard drive from like I think more then ten years ago. I don't even recall where i got it b...
Jacob Schwartz, college sophmore, was taking a walk. It had taken him a few weeks, but he'd finally found a time and place where he could walk in perfect solitude. As he walked, he daydreamed. Or more precisely, he fantasized. This particular fantasy was one he kept returning too, combining all his favorite fetishes. He fantasized about dozens of beautiful w...
My name is John Samuel Dinghy. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking older black man living in the city of Brockton. I'm originally from Cameroon. These days, I work as a nurse at Brockton Hospital. It's an okay job, I guess. It can get a little boring. Which is why I find ways to spice things up. How? I kill the boredom by ass-fucking the meanest, fattest bitch...
Note: Enable Game mode or it will not work as well. Act 1: In which we meet our protagonist. With a groan, the bronze and steel machine came to a halt. The screech of brakes and the hiss of steam filled the air, pulling Walter from his reading. A brief glance around revealed that the train had pulled into a station, the sign posts declaring it to be Southern...