What was it about her that turned every man into a total prick in three months or less? Henry had started out a sweet, slightly nerdy, nice-guy. Then in just ten weeks, while he had been talking about moving in together just a few days earlier, he suddenly had a job in a city three hours away and was moving his furniture when he remembered to call and let he...
For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy Thank You. This is the beginning of the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come. I hope you will enjoy the story; some chapters are better than others but I hope you will like them all to a degree. As with my other st...
Written in collaboration by jes_da_man & LittleOne Thursday, August 15, 2002 - 4:49:40 PM --------------------------- The New Birth. From the shadows came the sound of breathing. She lay still listening. Her body trembled with fear. Had she locked the door before she came to bed? She was sure she had closed and locked all the windows. However, the balco...
In these times of overvalued new cars and bleak employment outlook it pays to know how to buy a used car. Most of us are only three paychecks away from homelessness (finding the ideal location for a cardboard box will be covered in a future article). Because of this 'state of the union' being prepared to downsize from an SUV that burns premium unleaded gasol...
The night was still young. I could have gone to see Lesheya, or Joubi, or Codyla, I suppose (two barmaids and a laundress - you'd be amazed by what the people who wash your clothes overhear). Somehow, though, that didn't seem like the right thing to do, immediately after seeing Malena home. Maybe I needed time to think, too. No matter how I turned it over...
Music's playing, her eyes on the road as she drives to nowhere in particular. They just had to get away from it all. One hand slides directly from the steering wheel to her dripping yet tender snatch, she slides her middle finger up and down her flesh, making her drip even more and moan softly. She rips her hand away and firmly places it back on the wheel, s...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
She strummed on the steering wheel as she sang at the top of her lungs. The radio blared right along with her as she tried so hard to stay awake. The drone of the Chevy’s tires on the lonely highway grew louder as she rolled down the driver side window and the freezing cold air rushed in. She wasn't far from home but the 12 hour long trip from college was ta...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To fully understand the context of this story, I suggest you read "An Ounce of Prevention" and "...
Driving a Lamborghini is more than just a blushing rush of adrenaline. It's more than a feeling of luxury or elitist pride. The speed, the danger and the edgy tease of the design make it unrepeatable; undeniable even. When I'm inside it's more than simply thrill that courses through me, its lusty embrace appeals to my desires every moment I'm behind the whee...