I do not normally keep a diary. I never have done as there has not really been much of interest to record. I go to work, live my life, try to be good to others as best I can, and that is about it really. I learned a long time ago that a modern woman has to be self-sufficient. I earn a decent wage, have a little house and keep myself busy. My age is 40. I a...
Dan Harris couldn't sleep well, and the reason wasn't the June Missouri heat and humidity. He'd just survived a day when he thought the woman of his dreams was going to cut off their friendship. For weeks, he had snuck off to a hidden spot in the woods to watch his idol, '70 sitcom star Brenda Keans, go skinny dipping in Peachtree Lake, the pond below his tr...
Another work day was over. I sat on the redwood deck behind my house in Walnut Creek sipping a neat Scotch, watching the fog creep over the Oakland hills, and indulging in a good cigar. What a shame you can't get Cubans here, I thought. Canada has them and they're great. I mean hell, if we can have our running shoes made in Viet Nam, why can't we import Cuba...
Wyxt stands at the edge of the alleyway before Blacktung, the light-blue, somewhat purple skinned half-troll peering at him intently with that fiery red gaze. One hand rests lightly on her nearly completely exposed breasts, the mail chestpiece, as usual, not doing much to hide them from oogling eyes. Her other hand scritches, lightly, behind the ears of her...
The three men approached the reception area. Their eyes narrowed as Amanda stepped towards them, sensing her to be one of them, albeit different. Amanda gathered herself together and plastered a smile on her face, one she hoped she felt. She looked over their shoulder, not meeting their eyes. That will make her look submissive, which will ultimately play in...
The Senior Wrangler's hands shook with nervousness. Ever since the glorious day he had glimpsed Mrs. Whitlow's dress dummy through an open door he had harbored fantasies about her that he couldn't articulate. Through the difficult time when the Senior Faculty had slipped through a Door that took them thousands of years into the past and thousands of miles to...
"...haaaah..." I sighed as I left the bathroom. After all the temptations cast upon me by that succubus-like woman, I had to relieve my raging hormones. Luckily, she didn't decide to bother me while I was 'busy' and just left me be, so I was able to catch my breath. 'Hopefully, she doesn't do anything crazy now.' Today's the weekend, and uni starts tomo...
The hunter walked slowly down a trail that wound through the oak and hickory forest. He paused now and then, cradling his rifle, the barrel pointed down. In the distance could occasionally be heard the sound of rifle fire and shotguns. The autumn hunting season was at its peak. The man was in his mid-thirties, with black hair and dark features, a two-day gr...
Summary: Jasmine responds to the most frequent questions asked by readers. Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Wayne, and Robert for editing this essay. This isn't really a sequel, although it's a second part, as it addresses questions I didn't answer in 2017's Twenty Questions. 21 More Questions After 2017's 20 Questions, I received many more questions. I have n...
Chapter 9 -- Carlita Recap: Set in the world headquarters of TRG, an American researcher, manufacturer, and distributer of various technologies, the storyline centers around TRG's use of nude, female couriers (mailgirls), and a reality television show which follows the mailgirls mostly through the use of an elaborate array of video security cameras and mic...