Quyngo

I was laughing hysterically at the certain anecdote or “Rant” with which my friend regailed me. He had cited a recent example of how (in his mind),women were creatures of pure random whim and were therefore,-the soul embodiment of all that is illogic

This Evening

Madison slowly walked into the dimly lit room. The sent of candles burning stung her nose with pleasure. She looked around but saw no one. She looked at her watch to make sure she wasn’t early. 12:00am exactly. Hmm she thought to herself. He asked

Sapphire

Sapphire stood looking into her bestfriends eyes for the first time. He was so handsome his dark hair surrounding his face, his dark eyes burning into her as he spook meaningless words that touched her soul so deeply she thought she would burst into

Now

Toni closed her eyes as she reclined into the soft backed chair. She let the rocking of the train lull her into a dreamy half sleep. She was tired, a little hung over, but feeling very good about the world.

As a Brit abroad in the States, she was

Bumped

I was the office geek; if you had software or hardware problems with a single phone call I was there in a flash. I would start at ten in the morning and work till seven, so network fixes could be done after hours. The nice perk to the job was I could

Pee-ping Helen

Helen was walking towards the showers in the dressingroom, she was
still wearing her bathingsuit. She had enjoyed the three hours she had
spent at the swimmingpool. There weren’t many people here today, mostly
young girls. She heard some giggling

Henry and Margot

The third date was set for the following Saturday, in sequence with the other two. Henry wanted to see her before then, but Margot was really too busy with work and her part-time college classes. But he did talk with her about her interest in this ac

Fred

It was the first time I had been to Fred’s house and it was difficult
not to marvel at the old Ford and ancient Chevrolet parked outside
his two car garage. They were spotless and waxed to high shines.
His huge living room was lined with anti

Jemima Pt. 2

“So what kept you? Give the posh bird a length?” Paul’s pissing himself. I’ve just walked into The Britannia and it’s gone half nine. I’ve missed the football and it’s obvious, as I have to ask the score; Leeds have held them 0-0 away and just have t

Jemima

You want a story? I’ll give you a bloody story, but I warn you now, if you’re looking for a quick fix and cheap thrill, get yourself a fucking video. Make sure it’s one of those Yank formulaic videos, you know the kind I mean; boy meets girl, girl go

Pee Pals

I’m not sure when my attraction to women who wet their pants started, but it was when I was younger. Ever since I can remember I have been very powerfully attracted to girls who, although obviously old enough to know better, would wet their pants any

WATER SUPPLY

Harry looked around to see if anyone was looking, and said out loud to himself, “Good, the coast is clear,” and then quickly from under his coat he produced a half liter bottle filled with a colorless that appeared to be water, but in reality was

The Hunt

Putting the finishing touches on my lips i stand back from the mirror without really seeing i know that im pleased with what they will see,there illusions shall be,there fantasy’s meet and my deep burning hunger will be satisfied before the dawns lig

The Neighbor

This story began on a hot summer evening when I was about 9 or 10. My friend and I raised rabbits and would often be seen entering each other’s backyard unescorted. This particular evening my friend and his sexy mom had left the house to go shopping