Welcome to this new series of Stories, Which revolve around Murphy And his rules. Where what can go wrong, Will go wrong, At the worst possible time. And under the most worst-case scenario. Murphy at his best! Of course some have stated That Murphy was an Optimist! So welcome to the world of Mister Murphy! "Mars Probe Twelve-B" By Rugrat60...
First let me tell you that the following is true, it happened to a friend of mine who was 18 at the time. This is his story told in his words. I grew up in a small western town in Montana. Some say it was and is a vacation destination. I lived for two things as a teenager, playing football and sex, at that stage in my life, both held equal importance, as f...
John Norman created the world of Gor in the late 1960's and early 1970's in a series of 25 books. These books were written on a level for adults to be able to understand the philosophy he was trying to convey. Many people became infatuated with the philosophy and began to develop and insert many of the Gorean ways and beliefs into their daily lives. These ar...
In central Texas there is a region know as 'The Texas Hill Country' a vernacular term applied to a region of tall rugged hills consisting of thin layers of soil atop limestone and granite. The graceful rolling hills are dotted with Texas Live Oak, Cedar, and Cypress not to mention yucca and prickly pear cactuses. Near the southern tip of the region where t...
When I need to run away from the reality of my life in western Pennsylvania for a few days, I tell my husband that I need a break and I call my friend Richard. Last month, between the snow and the monotony, I needed to get away and so I called him. Richard was as excited as I was about my coming to visit and he told me that my timing was perfect, that the da...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
Spice Plantation - Ch. 2 For nearly a minute I watched the firelight painting Judy's beautiful naked skin with golden light and flickering shadows. I slowly ran my hand across her bare breast, over her flat stomach, on down over her bare mound, and along the inside of a silken thigh. Then I returned to the open book in my lap and again began to read to her....
Abby had expected a third degree cross examination upon arrival back at the Combe Inn. But all Mary asked was. "Did you enjoy your few days away; the sea air must have been nice." Alerting Abby to the fact that James must have told at least one person where she was. In the bar that evening she saw Sam, who surreptitiously winked. Abby discreetly nodded, ackn...
Preface- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days. Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality falters, right? Meanwhile, I have started on a different story. It is also a wife story, but it varies from the other series. Firstly, the wife is not really slut per se, at least not initi...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory from a year before the aquarium incident. She was thirty-six at the time, and wearing a tight-fitting dress, high heels, and heavy makeup. She was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room one December afternoon after having just finished teaching at McGill University. She'd heard some unpleasant news earli...