Twist and shape on the winding twineAround the spindle windsWish again, four times againFour wishes deep into the wellThere's a price to pay for a wish to come trueTrade a small piece of your life -- Bob Mould, Wishing Well September 1, 2002 "Buy a girl a drink?" Sarah repeated, holding out a paper bag with a bottle in it. I took the bag, and shook it. T...
Author's Note: I did not write this story alone, it is a true story told to me by a good friend, I thought that it was so hot it should be shared. I tried to put myself in the position of the both the boy and the woman and found myself quite excited in either position. It was difficult to write from a male point of view, not being male after all. I hope I go...
They walked out of the movie theater, an art-house type place in his neighborhood, onto the chilled night time streets of the city. The air was crisp and still, with no real wind, and the effect was of near silence. It was unusual for any city to be so quiet, much less this city. There were no car alarms, sirens, barking dogs, or car horns. It was weird, and...
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Chapter 7 of a new series Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. * It's early Thursday morning on the cruise with a difference, and the Adonis II was just weighing anchor in the waters just off the old town of Dubrovnik, as all the cruise liners do there. Soon the smal...
Chapter 4 — WEDNESDAY — A problem solved Nikolay Volkov was awake early. It was a habit he'd never been able to break. The Russian only needed four or five hours sleep to get by, although he'd hardly slept at all last night. His plan was set to go and everything had to fall in place like clockwork. He'd driven himself to his office, calling Angela on the w...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...
July 2014. Katya and I got to meet in a nice club in Kiev some 5 months ago... She is 28 years old. I am 39. As we met and started dancing it seemed to me that a woman with hot fantasies could only be a gift for any man. She is a goddess brunette with the body any man could kill for. She has amazing legs, very shapely. She is rather tall at 1.70, has long...
(excerpt from a Vampyre Novel) In agreeing to help, the thanatophobic Baron had one demand: To have the Countess's new companion be part of his obsession with death, beauty, Victoriana, and all things equine. On this special theme night in his club 'The Lair', Jessica was his lead horse at a macabre, fetish, Victorian wake. She had spent a bizarre afternoon...
Myrna likes to bang dead guys. I'd learned to live with that. So, my now ex-girlfriend who lives over a funeral home prefers the rigid dicks of guys who benefit from rigor mortis. I once was man enough to admit when I was beat. I mean, how could any living, breathing guy possibly compete with a fellow with an eternal hard-on? Hell, I used to get flaccid just...