My name is Joakim Johansson and I want to tell the world the real reason behind the marital problems of Tiger Woods. Do not even think that Mrs. Woods' anger was due to the little prostitutes Tiger runs around with, as she does not care a fig about them. In fact, she told him to go find a street slut to satisfy his unnatural need for oral gratification, as s...
The next morning, Winston found a ball of paper crinkled up on the floor of his cubicle. Once opened, it read "Thanks." He peeked out of his cubicle and down the hall toward Tech Support. Julia was sitting there, her berry-red lips pursed in concentration as she typed away. During lunch break, Winston left the cafeteria on pretence of needing the bathroom an...
I was sitting in my office in a small Scandinavian town and it was a nice lazy sunny Thursday morning at the end of June. Like everybody else, I was looking forward to a four week summer holiday, which began at noon on Friday. Then I got the mail and shit hit the fan. No business mail today and the only mail was an anonymous letter, which read: "Dear friend...
Age 19 Red Haired Female -- Diseased Preface The following story is of intense nature. You may wish to read this preface to put things into perspective. If you do not like spoilers, do not read this preface. The central theme of the story is projection of love onto people. We have a tendency to fantasize about the subjects of our adoration. We see a cowor...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Finally free, my life without the telephone, the television, and the Internet is better. In my new daily celebration of Earth Day, not wasting water and electricity, and driving an economical car, I conserve energy and preserve natural resources whenever I can. Other than recycling, which I do, I don't wea...
I suppose this is as good a time as any to introduce myself. My name is Peter Dylan Fisher; I was born to a pair of ranchers in New New Mexico; and I have been a smuggler for just shy of six years now. Peter was my father's choice, to honor his grandfather, and Dylan was my mother's addition. There is nothing that irritates me more than people who call me Pe...
"Hey bro," Jeremy asks you while snooping around a bookshelf in your room, "What do you plan to do next year?" You swivel in your chair and give him a shrug. The truth is, you hadn't really given it much thought. Both you and your friend Jeremy were now already a year past getting your high school diplomas and have been working dead-end jobs wondering what...
He stumbled in the darkness, picking his way through the stand of birch trees. Leaning against one of the pale trunks, he paused, hands on his knees, and tried to catch his breath. A black sedan crawled down the road, and he threw himself flat on the cold, hard ground as they combed the woods with a handheld searchlight. As the beam sliced past him, he coul...
Since the last year of college, I knew nothing made me feel more alive than my fantasies of being a completely owned slave girl, loved and thoroughly used as a sensual object of desire by some woman I had yet to meet and love. She would keep me totally nude and exposed 24/7 (I would never be allowed clothing) and my duty would be to arouse her by my beauty,...
Author's note: It was almost one of those most classic situations you will ever read about in many of these erotic stories available on the Internet - even so - I certainly hope that at least a few of everyone who's reading this will enjoy this story at least half as much as I did when I first experienced it. If you don't like this short story, then it's pro...