Illustrations by LunA. 5. DREAMS OF DEBAUCHERY "Fuck yeah, bitch!" Neil Corliss screamed as he sped the stolen Chrysler 200 down the deserted forest road, happier than he'd been in years. Bethany Dutton sat in the passenger seat, rooting through Grace Harker's purse. As far as Neil was concerned, justice had been served. Detective Harker had put Neil in...
Part One: God of Travelers From the tip to the bottom of the shaft, the cock was at least four feet tall. "Evidence for the argument," I said to Theo, "that size does matter." Theo laughed, shaking crumbs off the blanket where we'd had our picnic. "Pop quiz, Cass. What's the Greek term for the big weiner there?" Of course I knew the term for it, I'd just...
A cub reporter goes from virgin to pain slut in one weekend * Author's notes: 1. This story is a blend of fiction with fact. Despite this, the activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. Della is fic...
A couple weeks ago I read an article about a group of students at the University of Sydney' s veterinary school who do an annual nude calendar to raise money for good animal-related causes. Naturally, I then did some research; turns out students do the same thing in Scotland, Liverpool, and other places, and that there's a subreddit just for these kinds of p...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER Save for twists of fates in both their lives, Jessie and Jake should never have been in the Australian city of Darwin for Christmas 1974 and never should have met. Jessie, an ambitious young officer of the Women's Royal Australian Navy, had planned to spend Christmas in Perth with her family until her selfless good deed sees her g...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...
PROLOGUE The wall was white. In the middle was a small circle that was darker than the rest of the paint. An old nail hole probably. I wondered what had hung there. Why it had been removed. Why the hole had not been repaired. A warm breeze blew against my neck, tousling my hair about my shoulders and across my face. I stared through the strands at the wall...
ONE - DELIVERY Since things had gotten, you know, worse just about all over the place, a great deal of my time had been spent indoors, alone. Just like anyone else. Years of self-isolation from several pandemics, isolation-breaking protests worldwide fed by an equal measure of societal abuse and a sudden influx of everyone having the free time to protest, m...
All my stories are done on the spur of the moment. I get an idea and write until I think that I can go no further. I would love to receive any comments, good or bad. Most of all thank you for taking the time to read my stories. I had been going to the same chip shop for years and years. Mostly for the very same thing. I loved everything about it. The best...
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...