With a rumble, your taxi speeds off into the darkness. You wave goodbye, then turn to look at the building you have arrived at. It is a tall, brick, multi-story building, and it is where you will be living for the next year. Checking your watch, you see that it is already half past seven. Your taxi journey was three hours long. With a sigh, you lift your hea...
Looking back a year ago, you never would have guessed you would end up here, on the Watchtower of the Justice League, awaiting your official admittance into the exclusive club of superheroes. Back then you were just a scientist working in the field of nanotechnology. Your lab was seeking to pioneer the field of medical nanobots; treating the untreatable. But...
In my Thirties, I met the man of my dreams. He was tall, incredibly handsome, viciously sexy, and for some insane reason, completely and totally devoted to me. He touched me in ways I had only read about in bodice-ripping romance novels. The truth of our sex life, was better than most people's fantasy. We enthusiastically performed acts on each other we had...
Fun in Scotland 1 - Thunderstorm After a long, sticky day of minimal activity we finally slob out drowsily together on the sofa. My head is in your lap and I and stretch one arm up, running a nail gently down your jawline, your neck and chest as you lift your bottle to your lips. I watch, feeling myself getting aroused at the movement of your mouth, my mind...
Zeta grabbed hold of the head board and forced herself back down onto Lemmi's sliding wet cock. She grunted and tossed her sweaty hair about, aching for a few seconds more of pleasure. She was at the point of sex that she loved the most, the part right before her orgasm at the peak of ecstasy. Lemmi pulled down on Zeta's hips as he thrust his cock up into h...
Chapter One We pulled into my dad's neighbourhood around six p.m. It was winter time, so it was miserably dark, cold, and particularly unwise to drive on the roads. It was my dad's birthday, however – December 17th – and I promised I would come to his house, snow or shine. I must have been wearing a sour expression, for my mom said: "Come on, honey. How ba...
Dear Mr. President This letter is just a little thing I thought I would write for the president. It isn't for any particular president but I think you will get it anyway. * Dear Mr. President; I am just a poor working slob that goes through the day unnoticed like most people in the busy world. I couldn't even imagine the pressure you must feel everyday t...
In the deep, dark cold reaches of space a giant gaping radiant black hole rested, bright webs of crackling electricity constantly surging from the active space oddity to which N.A.S.A. has kept a close eye on for the past several months. Morbid curiosity soon fueled bold determination to find out what lies on the other side of that wormhole, thus the The Val...
Getting it off my chest again More rants from DirtyJoe Yep it is me again, DirtyJoe. How have you all been? Well I have been pretty darn good lately but that doesn't mean I still don't have issues to discuss. This time I will be asking questions that I hope I get answers too. Does anyone else find the United Nations a little messed up? I mean how do you g...
Dear Mother and Dad, I am afraid I made a mistake at work last week and now find myself once again unemployed. I am sure you will agree with my actions when you hear the whole story. My boss is furious with me but I cannot say I care right now; he is not a very nice man like the one everyone thinks... Hope your having a great holiday, I am sorry about the k...