I was headed back to my car, after making a quick stop downtown to take care of some business when a very attractive young woman bumped into me and held on to my arm to keep herself from falling. She was gasping for breath and looked as if she were about to pass out. I helped her over to a bus stop bench and sat her down. "Are you alright? Do you want me to...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] Caveat: if you dig the Octomom and the idea of pregnancy, then soldier on; if not, you are dismissed. * My name is Thurman. I am a billionaire. I bought one of those many on line website gossip columns that have an occasional presence on TV as well. I paid much too much...
Five bucks didn't seem like a win after all the money he had pissed away on lottery tickets, so Quincy just figured to let the state buy him a beer at the local topless bar. The "Loony Bin" was nothing more than a converted truck garage with a plywood bar and a cheap plywood stage for the girls to dance on to the blasting stereo. At five bucks a bottle for b...
Note from the author: This story is very personal in a number of ways. I always wanted to write a foot fetish story and it took me years to figure out how. The story is loosely based on actual events. Erik, the narrator, thinks and acts like me, but is decidedly more courageous. His friends Jim and Kelly are based on actual friends of mine, and yes, her feet...
I have heard it said that a group of girls on a hen week are far worse than a gang of blokes on a stag trip. And judging by what some of our party got up to during our week there I could see they had a valid point. Albufeira was great and I could see why Matt had such a good time there. But I was ready to come home by the time the week was up. I must be get...
Another beautiful day in Southern California offered something new. At 10:00 A.M Author Nick Benson decided to take a break from his Bonfire chapter to get some fresh air. After a fast shower he gets dressed in a loose white button down shirt and grey cargo pants. He then stepped from his room to knock on his son's bedroom door. No answer he chose to head...
*The following morning.* "Thina. Thina, wake up." "Hmm?" "Hey sleepy. Wake up. Hey, good morning...afternoon," Erik said. "Oh crap...what time is it?" Thina asked, frantically sitting up. "About noon," Erik replied with a kiss on the forehead. "Noon! Why didn't you wake me up? Thina screamed, jumping out of the bed, "I missed class!" She was fr...
Author's note: This story is completely fictional. It began on a hot sunny afternoon in August while I had been guarding our fields in my village. I could never dream that such things would happen with me...but it happened, and thereafter my life was changed for forever. Let me start from the beginning. I am Rahul, twenty...about five ten in height...hav...
This is purely fantasy. Everyone is well over 18. The only part of this I recommend you try at home is tipping the waitresses well and in cash. They work hard to make your life easier. *** Stephan arrived at work just as Marie was leaving. She jumped up and hugged him. He lifted her off the ground in his powerful arms. She planted a kiss on his lips. "Wa...
Preface: I, Reginald P. Walcott, am a 37 year old professional bitch-slave, and until recently worked in the service of Ms. Beatrice Pennington of the law firm Kale, Pennington, and Shipwright. As of this writing I am approaching what would be my tenth year anniversary in this line of work. How, one might ask, does one become a professional bitch-slave? Tha...