Weltuntergang! Der Gedanke fühlte sich immer noch an wie ein böser Traum. Doch es war passiert. Und wie! Keiner der wenigen überlebenden konnte genau sagen wie es passiert war. Es ging alles so schnell. So vieles geschah auf einmal. In den letzten Tagen der größten Zivilisation welche jemals unter dem irdischen Himmel gediehen war, waren die Nachrichten voll...
Brian sat at his kitchen table, reading the morning paper. A feature article on health and relationships mentioned that oft-sited statistic about most men daydreaming about sex about 2,000 times a day. Brian sniffed. Not him. His experience with women was so limited, he dreamed about merely TALKING to a woman about 2,000 times a day. Brian was twenty-six, an...
Brent darted a fast glance at the clock in his car. Just after ten. Even if he hadn't made that wrong turn when he stopped for gas, it was a little late for showing up for a party now. But with the crowd his cousin had invited, he didn't imagine he'd be missed. And if only the damn snow would let up, maybe he could figure out where the hell he was. But fro...
Thursday is always a nice day to be off, especially here on this mountain lake. Big Bear Lake and the ski lodges around it are a prime tourist area. Most of the people who live here year round take a day off during the week and work weekends. I'm no exception. During the summer months I build ski runs and lifts. During the winter I relax and do the maintenan...
Author's Note: Apologies all that even this sad excuse for a third chapter took so long, but other affairs kept me away from this fun little adventure I'd started on. This is just a teaser so you know I'm back, and more chapters are to follow-both longer and with perhaps more graphic content than those you have available to you. Thanks for your support and I...
When I first started working I got a job doing hardware support for a large investment company. I was 18 and working to help pay for my BSc degree in Computer Science. The job was a simple one for me, basically just maintaining the users' computers, making sure all the plugs are plugged in, and small stuff like that. The day that I want to tell you about beg...
I still feel woozy from the drink and the pills. His apartment makes me uneasy - it's less a living space than a lab, clean and white with glass display cases set into the walls, the occasional scribbled idea on crumpled sheets. He pours more wine and I try to relax into the sofa, it's size making feel swamped, disconnected from the room. He excuses himself,...
There's This Man. There is this man that I know. He has medical issues that caused him to get a divorce. The wife left him because he couldn't get an erection any longer. You see, he developed prostrate cancer and had to have surgery. The end result was that he hasn't had a erection in about 2 years. He tried the pump and the pills, the shots, and all the...
3:17 AM. You hate being late. My hallway is dark, but you knew that already. You pass the chair I always throw my coat over when I walk in the front door after work. The blue one. It was a gift from my mother. I have to call her. You know that because I always call her on Wednesday mornings before work but after my shower. While I watch the news. Channel 9....
If I were not afraid of shame and assuming practicality is no issue, I'd turn myself into a piece of fuck-meat for well-hung trannies. I'd have an army of the world's most beautiful and well-hung chicks with dicks living in my mansion. I suppose they'd receive a salary as an employee of mine and not be slaves or something. But I'd say I'd need about 500 tran...