An E&I Enterprises Story * * * * * Sam Kingston couldn't remember how he got to be in the white room. One minute he was living on the street in Los Angeles and the next he was confined in a small room. He vaguely remembered a man giving him a bottle of wine before he blacked out. He was on a hospital bed with his arms restrained. Three doctors were examin...
No. I had no reason to complain. Things were going amazingly well. That last soliloquy remained to be written and that would determine the final, overall cast of the play, but that was all. I was stubbornly holding onto that, having some ambiguous feelings about my characters, or maybe I just liked making everyone nervous. The play was quite simply a pheno...
Not my usual by any means; this is a tale of revenge, and more revenge. There is some sex in it. As usual, the place names are real, but the characters are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincidental. No one under 18 is depicted in this story. *************************** How many years d...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...
Last night I had this crazy dream that I was in prison and you were there. It was actually you and me and everyone we ever met. We were all in prison together. The prison wasn't like a normal prison. It was more like a giant kindergarten. Every other wall in the common areas were painted a vibrant indigo or Halloween orange. Cells were a solid robin's egg...
Note: this website does not encourage illegal activity. Prostitution is legal in some jurisdictions. Please check your local laws. * Every so often I get a note from someone, asking me how to get into the "business". It usually comes from a girl, late-teens, and I don't think the message is necessarily sincere, but it comes from a matter of intrigue. Unles...
It happened before I was 20 and it was the beginning of summer. Although I was no longer "wet behind the ears", but not guaranteed dry. At least not dry enough for Mary. I had just separated from my 4 years older girlfriend Jutta, after I found her diary by chance when I was cleaning. Oh my, did we have a crazy time. I had never seen a diary before, left a...
Heroin girl needed a coffee table, badly. I was doing it for the cats. She was going out of town and her regular cat sitter fell through. The grouchy cat wasn't having any of me trying to feed it, and the friendly one looked like it was losing a lot of weight so I got worried. They were supposed to be from the same litter. I mentally noted to let her know w...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * She flipped the cigarette out onto the street and blew out the smoke. She paid no mind to the old woman that glared hatefully at her, bothered by the cigarette smoke. "Eat me," she muttered under her breath and walked down the dirty sidewalk. A milling throng at...
Dirt damp from the slight drizzle that had turned the whole day gray, and made the night seem darker than black, molded to our heroin's bare feet as she ran. Warmth stagnates in the air, the sultry summer heat making it hard to breathe with every push forward. Every lunge vibrated through her long pale legs, the power in them tested after running flat out f...