Her glorious twat twangled and still softly twanging, having gushed and dribbled over my fingers and coated my face, I hear her murmur how thirsty she is. Her moans of passion and groans of pleasure have parched her throat. Water, water! her voice softly calls. Answering her summons, I slide back off her bed, from between her wide spread legs, and move qui...
This is a work of fiction. Even the country is fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people, events or places is accidental. ***** Julie gave her passport and reservation to the check-in agent. "Buram. That's exotic," the agent commented as he typed on his computer. After a bit of typing, he apologized: "I am sorry, but I cannot check you all the way to B...
Scene 1: Interior, Day. Olim meminisse juvabit. The Latin tag swam lazily to the surface from the depth of his subconscious. One day we will look back and rejoice. He chuckled at the irony of that particular piece of Ovid coming to mind at this time. He was more used to quoting the 'dirty bits'. The doubtful benefits of a classical education. Reaching for t...
----=(First stop 1)=---- Their chauffeur had waited next to the passenger door for longer than he liked. 'Typical mentarion attitude; just leave the little guy hanging,' he thought, 'Why can't they just tell me what they want like regular people?' He considered himself to be as intrigued by mentarion ways as the next guy, but being around them personally...
In the last chapter (Sharing my Wife; My Date Continues), I described Michelle's two week vacation with Shaun in Las Vegas, then my weekend with Ginger. We'd both been stranded with our extra-curricular lover for an extra day due to a heavy snow storm. When I arrived home after work that evening, Michelle was home waiting for me. We embraced and kissed much...
The Summer after I finished my A levels I was invited to spend a week with my aunt, uncle and cousin at their home in the Compton Valley as a way of putting all the exam stress behind me. On my first evening with them they took me for a meal in the old pub in the village. It was a real old English pub, thatched and half timbered with black oak beams, a low c...
This is the third part of the "Humbled" series. To better understand the storyline, you should read "Humbled", then "Humbled at the Pillory Stockade" first. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP..... 'What the hell?' I thought as I was rudely awakened from a sound sleep. Then I looked at the alarm clock and realized that I had a software presentation review meeting...
"Another drink, Moriah?" I asked with a hint of laughter. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows, holding her glass up in expectation. I got up from the leather Harley-Davidson bar stool I was sitting on and made my way to the kitchen. I felt a smirk slide across my face as an idea came to mind. I began expertly pouring in vodka, coconut rum, apple j...
Author's note: I make no claim to the originality of the idea of a board game that transforms people. I just liked the idea and wanted to give it my own spin. Also, fair warning, this story gets weird. ***** Austin was a little disappointed in his college experience thus far. Not that the classes were boring or too hard, but rather in the social scene. Mov...
RING RING RING. Thunk. Quiet. RING RING RING. Chris looked up with one eye. His digital clock was 4:29 a.m. Is this worth it?, he asked himself, sprawled out on his dorm bed. Across the room, his roommate Kevin was sound asleep. RING RING RING. Chris answered the phone. "GET UP JERK-OFFS! GET UP! YOUR MISSION IS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING CAMPUS SQUARE....