The doorbell was insistent. It rang and rang. Then it rang and rang again. When it rang a third time following a pregnant pause, and commenced continuous ringing, I roused myself from my nice warm divan bed, despite one broken corner supported on a pile of books, and stumbled the five or six feet to the front door of my crappy one-room studio flat, where the...
The video playing on the PC starts and shows the dorm parking lot, lit by street lamps. "Okay," says a man's voice on the video, "Dave Hamilton just gave me the call that he's sneaking back from dinner with Milner's ex, and based on how things went on their first date last night, he seems pretty damn confident that he's going to coax a little in-car oral ac...
I had been stripped naked by Auntie Kimberley Holmes. Auntie Jean stared at me, then she turned to Adele Howells. Adele was 49 years of age with short, jet, black hair. She looked stunning in her tight, white trousers, over her long, black booties. Her green, patterned, satin blouse was stained with Simon Bennett's semen. Adele's thin, red lips looked so inv...
Eric and Ericka stood in the hall; they seemed just to be guarding the door. But they were talking through their link. 'How old were you when you when you were turned?' He asked turning towards her. 'I was twenty in human years when I was turned. Once my family was taken from me, I tried to kill myself but in the end wasn't able to go through with it. At t...
It was a dream, or at least I think it was. For four nights in a row, about two months ago, I dreamt that I was abducted by aliens - you know, the ones you always see drawings and illustrations of in those shows about alien abductions. But for me it was a little different. The aliens were tall, almost like the elves you see in the LOTR movies; tall and re...
My name is Tom Rogers and I'm 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. Our two kids, a son and a daughter, are both at MU and both are going to become doctors, following in the footsteps of their grandfather and me. We hav...
Everyone in the neighborhood called old man the Blue Hawk, but no one knew why. A rumor floated around that it came from his days riding motorcycles in the west coast. A bike gang called him the Blue Hawk because of his blue Harley that supposedly had a hawk painted on the engine. One person said the old man got his moniker from an Apache in Oklahoma after t...
Chapter 9: The Strip Club Battle "Katie, get dressed," Ryoko says, carelessly tossing me a bunch of clothes. Puzzled, I pick the bundle up. It's an outfit consisting of a very skimpy tube top, a skirt so short it's practically a frilly cummerbund, and a pair of thongs. "What the hell is this?" I ask angrily. "And get out of my room!" This is where I spend...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot Buttered Buns" ***** Greetings and salutations, my friends. I'm Paul. I noticed there's a lot of Jilnar Jardaly worshipers around here so I thought you all might like to read how she inducted me into he...
The last customers of the day were waiting to get served. Terry stood behind his register, fingers slipping nervously as he tried to keep up with the demand. Next to him, Keira worked fast and elegantly, her shiny bob whipping around each time she turned to grab the burgers and drinks. It was how she always operated, by staying nice and relaxed. The slende...