"Take a shower! It's take a shower," I said, laughing at Tuk's long face. We had just finished a lesson on 'the infinitive' in English and Tuk had wanted to 'do a shower' before we went out for lunch. "English so difficult!" she replied a little crossly. "I know honey. Lots of words. And then lots more words." The time after a class was usually set aside...
Chapter 10 -- Epilogue? I still felt deflated a few days later. I asked Nguyet if there was any news regarding the handsome dude at her office, but I didn't get a reply. At work, I had seen Quynh and Trinh from the distance, but nothing else had developed. Nguyet told me that her mother was pushier again about her getting married. Apparently, she had also...
After what had just transpired in the toilets with Jim. I had been surprised the men were still waiting for me when I had sheepishly joined them. They were all basically ignoring me but I was aware that Ted and Stan were watching me closely. I couldn't help wondering what they must be thinking of me and if they really knew what their friend Jim had done. As...
The Predator walked over to one of the stalls and grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and then strolled over to the ottoman. He looked at the transvestite whore lying there, her lovely blonde bob and white nylon blouse were covered in the biker's semen, her stockinged thighs spread wide crudely displaying her red nylon panties soaked in her...
# # # Chapter 3 # # # In the end, we were both too worn out for anything but sleep, though the morning, or rather early afternoon, found us in as compromising a situation as the night previous. In our haste, we had failed to completely close the blackout curtains completely and a pale blue illumination cut through the conventional curtains to gently bathe...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sara Lance missed her big sister. That was natural for anyone who had lost somebody, but Sara Lance wasn't just anyone. She was the captain of her own Time Ship, so she could literally see her big sister whenever she wanted. Admittedly t...
The F train. Or as we Brooklynites say, F is for fucked. The single-train ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan can be the longest trek of your life. Just to get to work. The only way to make it bearable is to have a good play list synched up. Or an absorbing podcast. Or in my case today, some juicy reading material from my fave erotica site, Literotica. It's alr...
An Ounce of Prevention I've read several stories where a woman's boss tells her husband he is going to fuck her. This is my take on that theme, which includes a reference to my "Revenge in Advance, A Sequel" series. I'm already working on a followup to this, by the way. As usual, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fi...
"How many did you get?" I asked, as I opened the box delivered to our front door. After a series of break-ins in our neighborhood, my wife Lisa had purchased internet-connected security cameras for our home. "Four. One for the basement, one for the back door at the patio, one for the front door of course, and the bedroom." "Bedroom? Why do we need one up...
Persephone sat up in her bed, the bright morning sun shining through her window. She beamed; it was her 18th birthday today. She sprung out of bed, rinsing her face in a bowl of clean water. Her green eyes stared back as she admired herself in the mirror. She was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Excuse me, ma'am, your bath is being drawn as we speak, it...