Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Geesh,” Marge said to herself as she hopped out of bed and padded off to the bathroom, “this is three nights in a row for this,” while plopping her plush bottom on the toilet seat and relieving her bladder of its contents. She flushed the john and w

The Wet Dream

I lay in my bed dreaming, my tight, petite body motionless, covered only by a silk sheet. Though I lay apparently dormant, my mind is racked with intensity. In my dream I am stretched out on my back at a beach I visit frequently regardless of the sea

Chauffeur drives the boss

“Michael, could you help me?” It was Mr. Dietel, my boss. “Of course, sir.” I jumped out of my car door to see my employer half-dragging his wife from the open elevator. Thea was obviously quite intoxicated and not in control of her own faculties. I