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"Let's see if it works. Might need new batteries. Hang on....no it's recording. "Ok. My name is Amanda Henderson, and this is my first recording! Journal. Entry, maybe. Where should I start? We are currently in a camp in Chattanooga. We've been here for three days. Before that, we were in a smaller camp in Alabama, though I don't really remember the name. W...
Lonely, away from home, beautiful models need sexual satisfaction I'm 27 , graduated from USC's film school, working my way through as a cameraman for a local TV station. I've always been interested in documentaries -- telling factual stories, not fiction. As I gained experience and met a lot of the right people, I've moved into being a free-lance cameraman...
"I didn't think you would come. I didn't think that you actually being here was a real possibility." I place a hand on his calf: solid, warm, real. "I have my ways." "I thought you said you had to work." "What do you think is more important to me: you or work?" "Me, I guess." "That's right, baby doll, you are." He slides closer, bridging the Queen...
Having completed his business, Malcolm rushed towards home anxious to make sure Sabella and Mabel were alright. He was close to home when he came upon a white man standing outside a what he assumed was a disabled car because the hood was up. Malcolm pulled over to the side of the road and went over to see if he could help the man. As Malcolm approached the...
In the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, progress is made every day. Want to know why? Because of the actions of one man. Samuel Xavier. Brother Samuel to his friends. My job is to find the man-haters, the racists and the sociopaths ( men and women without conscience ) where they gather and to mess them up. I infuriate them. I harass them. I intimidate them....
Do you have a hobby or occupation that the world just doesn't understand? I do. My name is Thanatos, and I am the God of Death. My primary occupation is that of Collector of Souls. Most specifically, the Souls of Human beings. I despise the Humans. They're a blight upon the Universe. They deserve to be eradicated. I've always loathed the entire Species. I do...
I'm tempted to slap the "novella" label on this one, but it's the most LW-type story I've written in some time, so what the hell. Tuesday, March 15 RACHEL JOHNS The snow melted early this year. That's a nice surprise. Winter isn't quite done with us yet. I'm sure of that. She's always got her secret little plans, just like any of us. Schemes and wishes a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this semi-fictionalised account of life in the adult Scene features characters as constancies rather than walk-ons. Or even, as hard-ons. This chapter can be a stand-alone but makes more sense in the context defined by Chapter 1. 'S up to you, Reader. A swingers' event in Vegas, centered in and around The Strip. A trade show for the adult ent...
Chapter 9 Jeremy awoke alone in the huge bed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he sauntered into the kitchen. Tucker was sitting at the table with a blank expression on his face. "Where are the ladies? Out getting breakfast I hope." Jeremy asked, sitting in the chair across from Tucker. "They're gone Jer." "Gone?" "All their stuff... it's gone... I trie...