A perverted tale by Starman © 2008 Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2008 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted. ________________________________________ ________________________________________ Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is...
There were three of us in the car. First of all there was me, Clint. I'm nineteen, slender and a little on the short side. I seem to be a natural target for bullies so I've studied martial arts. Hand one bully his head and word gets around. And I'm an average skier. Second, there was Peter. Same age, same college. An excellent skier, who says he'll give m...
It was an honest mistake. It was probably something that could have been avoided by the girl at the front desk if they weren't so busy booking a busload of tourists into the hotel. Ok so you must be wondering what this big mistake was right? Well like all major hotel chains these days you need a key card to get into your room. What you might not realize that...
It had been about a month since Tom had moved into the quiet apartment building. It was different living on his own, no one to come home to, or share meals with. Every now and then, he would meet the younger woman across the hall in the foyer or in the hallway. He found her very attractive, but knew nothing of her other than her name was Jamie. Jaime was ge...
Thank you to Linda62953 for editing this story and making it a much better read. * Christmas didn't mean much to me anymore; it will never be the same. I had lost my wife Mary, earlier this year. Even though it wasn't unexpected, it still hurt like hell. After two years of chemo and dozens of trips to the doctor and stays in the hospital, Mary and I becam...
"So that thing with Tabby was weird, huh?" I said as we walked to the parking garage about a mile away. It was a beautiful night. "She's always weird. No way I was ever going to let her near you. I arranged this to teach you a lesson. Never disregard your instincts when it comes to people, not even if you think it will please me. Your only experience with t...
Part 1 Midwinter In her living room she looks at me and says, "I'm forty nine, Sid, and nobody's ever gonna fuck me again." # But that's later. First, we are sitting in my office hours after the rest of the world's work day is over. It has been a long day, working on a long project. We are punch drunk tired. Pre-trial is like that; post-trial is...
Credit must be given to Louis L'Amour. His book, "The Walking Drum", first introduced me to the phrase "Yol Bolsun". While research indicates disagreement as to the correct translation, I prefer Mr. L'Amour's translation because of its literal and metaphoric inferences. In any event, I hope you enjoy this story. Please vote and comments are always welcome....
This is first of a three part series. ===================================== I awoke in a crowd of white smocks. Many concerned eyes were focused on mine. The closest on my left told me her name but all I could grasp that she was a doctor. She reminded me of how I got to be in my current position and told me that it was now the year 2170. I had been frozen...
It was a cool October morning, just before dawn when Max stumbled through the front door of his stylish loft. He looked at his surroundings through one bloodshot eye. His flat was a very comfortable, tastefully decorated with a defining masculine décor. Filled with antiques, priceless art and things he had collected through the years. Centuries afforded him...