I’m in my room, on my bed, lying on my back, when I wake up perspiring from a dream. With my eyes halfway closed with a misty glazed look of unbridled hunger to them, I can still see you standing there at the foot of the bed with an unreadable look on your face, indecisive as […]
You may recall that last year I went to Dubai and experienced a fantastic massage. Well, I went back this year and sought the same. I stayed at the same hotel but let me make it clear-massages offering “Happy Endings” are very rare in Dubai and you will be in a lot of trouble with […]
Gods Gift to Women
Charlie Stanworth thought he was Gods gift to women; his conceit knew no bounds and he strutted around like a proud peacock.
Charlie was handsome and well formed, he dressed well and had a winning smile but he was not exception
By Zakfar (email@example.com)
An autobiography of the daughter of an abusive wife.
‘Daughter of an Abusive Wife’.
This short-story is wr
Lynne stepped out of the shower and dried off, pausing in thought she drifted in and out of a daydream. She went into the kitchen to get a can of pop staring into the fridge she didn’t hear Wayne step up behind her, but she felt him as he slid his ha
Coming of Age
The sun was just beginning to slip below the tops of the trees lending a golden glow to the eni encampment as it came into sight. Raife gave a couple more strokes of his powerful wings before settl
He called her on her mobile, it was answered on the forth ring. He spoke before she got the chance…
“Dont talk just listen, when I see you tonight I want you to be wearing the naughty maid’s outfit I bought for you. Wear the high heels that
THE WORK PLACE
Angie opened her eyes and found herself being stuffed into her own shirt. Michael was buttoning up her blouse, laying his lips on her chest each time he finished inserting a button into its proper hole. “D
She had been dancing all night and now she needed a break, her b.f had gone out a while ago so he decided to go find him; they’d been going out for 6 months and she loved him and thought he loved her but as she now found out he didn’t.
THE WORK PLACE
When Angie came to, she was lying naked on cold cement in a dark room that smelled like metal and dust. The only light was coming from the flickering fluorescent light bulb that swung back and fourth, back an
The Layover part 1
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as the turbulance yet again rattled the structure of the 747 comercial airliner. He was fully tired of all the travelling, but it could not be helped as long
Author’s Note: THIS IS A STORY OF TOTAL FICTION. It was inspired by my web surfing to an internet site that receives and subsequently posts amateur pictures of what I thought were Average Women. Keyword is “Thought”. I came across a set of phot
The light from the floating curtains floods in on the bed, creating a soft glow in the room in the early hours of the day. I lift my head up to glance at the clock and see that it is still just barley six am. You stir slightly in your sleep and I pul
What started out as an innocent flirtation had evolved into something more. Much more. Both of them knew there was “something” there – but what was it? He appealed to her on many levels. At first, she only thought of him when she was having
Danyael remained on his knees. Spent and humiliated, eyes to the floor, I watched him.
Master Pyriel left hours ago..First light wouldn’t be far off now. Danyael hadnt moved except when he wept.
I stayed there kneeling with him for awhile.
By the time she reached the outskirts of Rawlings, Anna was beginning to feel a little nervous. After she had driven a few blocks from Dr. Sherman’s street, she noticed a van following her car very closely. At first, she
Scott Parker had just concluded that he didn’t have the slightest idea of how to go about finding Samantha. Besides, he couldn’t risk staying around Bentlyville much longer. Eventually, someone was sure to recognize hi
Chapter: Fifty-One Klaus And Amber
After I dropped the company van at Pro Tec, I cruised on home in my Camray. As I approached the big brick colonial, which served as the Bradley homestead, I saw a vintage red Corvette Stingray parked in the d
The golden gleam of sunlight on the man’s watch caught her eye as she stood in the wintry shelter, waiting for the bus. The sunlight blazed with the sort of imagined warmth which was sucked instantaneously out of you by the biting cold of Michigan