If you're reading this, then you are an A type personality, one who enjoys driving in the fast lane and enjoys passing all the slowpokes. "Move over. Get out of my way, Grandpa." No doubt, you even think you are a superior driver, better than most, except for those professional racecar drivers that you see on television, Formula One, Nascar, and Indy. If...
Volume 5: What Was Left Behind Chapter 2 - Echos "From the ground came trees and man. From the tree we took shelter and warmth and glue, a place to play and the means to make tools and weapons which we selfishly used against our fellow humanoids. The humble tree even remembers when we used its life to steal others' and it continues to give of itself. T...
Our hero's boat is hired by a mysterious passenger (mf) * Rochester, New York, 1896 Liam stood upon the foredeck, surveying the boat with satisfaction. He had just finished oiling the deck—a most time-consuming task-- in preparation for winter, and it was yet morning. The bright work was faultless, the sails furled, the sheets and halyards neatly coiled....
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...
"Right here, right now... Right here, right now..." The music boomed out of the Bang and Olufsen stereo system as Carlos followed the Hyundai driven by Fernandez into the outskirts of Colon. Carlos turned the music up. The drive, though scenic, had been boring, and the music made the time pass. Carlos could feel the power of the Audi R8 through the wheel an...
In the early 90's I was working at a multiplex while I was in college. I was the concessions supervisor, which was a fun job - I was 20 and most of those I was in charge of were female and younger. Betsy, one of my classmates, had gotten me the job after we'd become fast friends. She introduced me to Renee. Renee was a Rubenesque, reasonably attractive blond...
The bright spotlights flared to life; illuminating the gaudy and somewhat dated 70's style game show set that filled the stage of a bustling TV studio. Multicoloured lights lined every step, wall and surface; the bright bulbs blinking and flashing to such a degree they'd have epileptics across the land going into shock at the drop of a hat. A tacky, badly c...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
The camera pans to Simon sitting next to a languid Melinda who is still stretched out on the bed. Simon Cumwell: Melinda. We really like your work and think you should go for another spin. You've got three grand in the bank but I think you can go higher. Care to spin the wheel again? Melinda rises slowly from the bed. Red finger marks are evident on her...
She was strapped to the inversion table, leather bands biting into her flesh at her calf, thigh, waist, just below her breasts, around her neck, across her forehead, biceps, and forearms. He had it tilted slightly. Just enough to make the blood flow to her head, but not enough to cause her to pass out. She could stay in this position for a long time, she kne...