A few years ago, I belonged to a writers' workshop where we were challenged to write a story that was badly written, as though by an amateur, yet still holds the reader's interest. It's likely that other writers will appreciate it more than non-writers since the former should recognise all of the deliberate errors.
This story owes much to Terry Pratchett. It is also a vehicle to try and sort out some format problems. If you spot any and you know how to fix please contact me.
A Dear Stepdaddy Story Award-winning letters to the "Dear Stepdaddy" hebephilic advice column from the year 2011. A wide variety of separate situations, and hence a wide variety of codes. So don't be turned off by one or two -- they likely appear in only one letter. Teen-aged girls, their Uncles, Teachers, Fathers and "Mentors" all write to the column for advice. Start the New Year off right with this "year in review" -- and then get busy writing your own letters to "Dear Stepdaddy" for 2012!
A Post-Winifred Story (1) Mr. Marcus's life changes when his successful wife Harriett brings home a female British assistant. Suddenly, he has to make sure neither one discovers his sexual secrets.
Who would ever imagine some misprinted business cards could be the instrument to help a lawyer get goth sex, a blow job in his car on the way to a Bar Association meeting and a whole new outlook on life?
This is kind of a "Mars Needs Men" type of story. Android #217 was designed for one purpose: to extract semen from human males to determine if they were suitable donors. She concentrated on the worst of humanity, since she assumed that no one would care about the loss of rapists and murderers. This is a record of her adventures. After all, one way or another, Justice will be served!
I had a couple of teachers I wanted to thank. First was my Earth Science teacher. He was a sweet old lonely man. I walked into his classroom after the last student left for the summer. I pushed the door closed and pulled the shade down. "Vat are you doing Mz. Cox," he asked. "Something to thank you for the time you took with me and your other students Mr. I." I dropped to my knees in front of him, and by the time he inhaled enough air to speak, his cock was in my gullet.