In the eyes of most people, the world went to hell on January 17, 2017, when the zombie plague got unleashed and ninety percent of the human population turned into nightmarish ghouls hell-bent on eating the flesh of the other ten percent. For me, things went to hell long before that. It began exactly four years before the Big Event, in the City of Johannesbu...
(We begin at the end...) I've been waiting at the book signing for four hours, and I'm third in line. Finally, I see Alton approach with his crew. I pout a little, seeing his gut, but smile widely when I see his ass as cute as ever in those jeans and his sexy, strong chef's arms. His wife is so lucky! There are hundreds of people waiting behind me. Alton be...
Author's note: Hi everyone. Firstly, thank you for your constructive feedback and encouragement. I apologize for the very long delay in writing the second part of my story. I know how frustrating it when writer takes forever to post. When I started writing this story there are a few things that I never considered, which ended up counting against the progr...
Dinner was perfect after that tasty appetizer, the bison flank steak Daddy and I had was cooked to perfection, just rare enough to make me purr happily. Because he has special plans for me next, we each only have one glass of wine a piece. As we nibble on the apple tatin with salted butter caramel sauce, he slides his middle finger through the rich sauce at...
I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of...
I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11PM and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of...
I'd left the city to take up a position at a country nursing post, after a failed romance, some ten months ago. My duties where not arduous, and I had plenty of time on my hands, as although the population were predominately elderly they where by and large a healthy lot. Due to my experience in the city, and the lack of eligible males, I had formed no partne...
To recap. I had answered a listing on craigslist from a married mom that wanted nasty stories sent to her email account. I sent one, and 'Jane' loved it. This is the follow up to 'Who Wants to Tell Me a Story'. So I responded to the listing. I sent the email to the craigslist account. I was drinking when I read it, and had done a few more shots while writi...
Quick-Witted Excuse #1: For Females When Caught Cheating Excuse #1: To tell your husband, boyfriend or significant other when caught cheating. (The writer claims no responsibility legally, civilly or otherwise should your husband, boyfriend or significant other not believe you and say, "Bullshit!" when you use my Excuse #1 as your excuse.) I dedicate thi...
Babua was a poor bicycle mechanic. His immovable property consisted of a small bicycle repair garage and an adjacent small plot of land in which his earthen walled, thatch roofed hut stood. In his hut there was a window and a door made of flattened bamboo sheets. The door had no provision of locking because it was meaningless to put a lock in a bamboo made...