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...
We had laid the table for our Masters and now we invited them through to the dining room. The sun was just starting to set behind the tall horse chestnut trees that curtained the house from the road. The leaves were only just starting to bud and the red light from the low sun was streaming through the branches in bold blocks of colour that lit up the room. S...
II His eyes were red, his mouth tasted like old fish and bug-juice, and now this. Someone, somewhere in Washington, had gotten a bug up his ass and wanted a bunch of Iraqi Migs hit before they could, conceivably, get airborne -- and thereby be instantly shot down by some U.S. Air Force pukes loitering above Ali Air Base. There remained an outside chance, ho...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** That night, that Friday, had been highlighted on the kitchen calendar for weeks, though my wife didn't know the reason why. OK, so she was off to her sister's for the night and that wa...
My dear readers: This is a prologue, if you will, of how the events of Tristan's birthday party transpired. ***** He really didn't know why he did it. He wasn't even sure he was going to get away with it. He wasn't so much worried that Lisa was going to find out, he was worried that this wouldn't turn out the way he desired it to and then, surely, all hell...
Hello readers, Firstly, thanks for all comments on stories posted, it's great to have encouragement or any sort of comments on them. And I'm always willing to hear about any stories you'd prefer to see continue over others. The following is going back to the School Slut tale. I couldn't see much mileage in continuing with the dinner lady Kim and thought pa...
Chapter 1 Brigit Day emerged from Jenny's Deli, carrying her usual mid-morning coffee and chicken sandwich flavoured with a little mayonnaise and chopped fresh herbs, when she noticed the same fresh-faced guy in need of a haircut staring at her. It was a replay of what had occurred two days earlier when she'd noticed him for the first time. Once again, he...
FUCKED UP TWISTED AND PERVERTED PORN DEBAUCHERY AT IT'S SLEAZIEST... AND HORNIEST... ENJOY MY FELLOW PERVERTS PORN IS MY LIFE... MY WORLD... ENJOY THE ADVENTURE MY PRIVATE JET ON THE WAY TO NYC... I'm on the phone with my wife Kim Kardashian. "Just get it done babe. You're the boss, when I'm not around. Figure it out. Get another bitch to play Laura Croft...
By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embrac...
Greg was appalled at what he'd done. He'd fallen hopelessly in love with Alice in the short time that he'd known her, and it had all been going so well. She'd trusted him, bared her soul to him, and now he'd lost her, just because he'd been too selfish and blind to be honest with her, too wrapped up in his own problems. He'd ruined everything, and now he was...