Part 8: Epilogue Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? WHO am I? God. This is so confusing. I don't know how I got here, and why I was lying naked on the ground like this when I woke up. I might have been attacked. Actually, I think I was attacked. My... private parts hurt. My vagina hurts. And my ass is throbbing like hell. Like somethin...
十五 "How about an app for buying a ghost?" Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of cive...
Sure enough, the gaggle of young women was seen approaching at ten minutes past three. Ralph and Frank always found it interesting how the girls walked in twos or in fours. It was almost a military formation, as the first of them were a sort of buffer to the girls that strode in the middle, and so were the last few. Always, one short and pretty blonde and on...
It was the shell of an ammonite, about three inches across, a spiral whorl with deep scallops between each chamber so that it looked strangely malicious, like a blade for a little circular saw. It was very old, about 400 million years, and it was embedded in the sandstone in a way that John was seeing more and more these days, held in a tight, intimate embra...
Chapter Eleven Derek woke me early the next morning. I'd been dreaming about him and me having sex (it was a repeat of the previous night's antics), but part of the time it was Derek, and part of the time it was Trevor. And every time it switched from one to the other, I got more turned on. Pretty sure I orgasmed in my sleep, but I wasn't sure with whom. "...
El Puente hasn't aged a day. It still looks exactly like it did more than a decade ago. It's a mystery to me how some restaurants manage to look brand new no matter how old they are. It just seems like it would be expensive to maintain that. But the white exterior is spotless, the windows are all translucently clean, and even the fucking entryway rugs are...
Starring: Lady Liberty, as herself G Dubya as the Scarecrow Dicky C as the Tin Man See Pal at the BUREAU CAT Congress in their entirety as the Wuzard The Spook of the Mid-West - Charleton Heston Saddam as the Spook of the Mid-east Ralph Nader as the Good Spook CHATTY CAPPY:, the US intern Yuppies The helicopter pilot The Press US Soldiers Ir...
I've always found the names of football positions (and football in general) to be humorously homoerotic. In this story, a blonde head cheerleader punks out her white football player boyfriend to the opposing black (of course) team... The Characters: Bunni: head cheerleader, hot and blonde, but Brad's awkwardness when fooling around doesn't make her feel ve...
"Don't be shy." She put her hand on his thigh. "I am shy." "You weren't shy the night we met," he said. "Don't go all Virgin Mary on me now. You can touch anything you like." "We're in a car. People will see." "People saw us at the bar, and that didn't bother you." "You didn't have your cock out at the bar." "Only because you didn't take it out. I had...
Chapter 4 The Holiday: Part 2 We stood under the lukewarm power jets, faces upturned to the spray, bombarded and refreshed by the high speed tingling water droplets. We were silent. We stood apart. All of my doubts and uncertainties flowed over my consciousness as surely as the water flowed over my aching, well fucked body. Was John just using me? Did it s...