When my ex-co-pilot disappeared without explanation on a planet on the outer rim of the Galaxy, I felt obligated to visit my old home planet to find out why. Warning, this story contains one of the worst puns in the known universe.
This is a flash story I wrote as an exercise earlier this year. It's a piece that I had a lot of fun writing. There's no sex, just a lot of blood and guts all wrapped up in time travel. Many thanks to Nora for her editing skills
A boy grows up in the 1960's and has an innocent early romance. No sex and no graphic description of body parts in this installment. The ending is sticky sweet. The sequel includes many hot sex scenes, with some filthy incest fun and group sex, once our main character is old enough.
In the privacy of an interview room, the host of a syndicated televison show is asked to appraise some things, a woman brings in, which are a little out of the realm of this appraiser's expertise. The story is written in dialogue form and it should be simple enough to follow. Your feedback regarding my story: "When the Men Come Over" was most appreciated. I invite your e-mail feedback on this one as well.
Drawn home by Lavender Town's anual Halloween festivities, Miranda, Misty and their pokemone find themselves standing alone against the vengeful fury of an evil older than the Tower itself...
Jack and I had gotten away with the perfect murder, so why did I feel so shitty? And, as Jack had said, "The bitch deserved it!" She did, if anyone did, so why did I feel so shitty? The police were at a complete dead end, no closer now to solving it than they were last week. So why did I feel so shitty? I just did is all.
The luscious, highly oversexed Malomar Twine. My Malomar Twine. Our Malomar Twine. That Malomar Twine! Maybe that's why I feel so shitty . . .
Megan and Mark begin a camping trip to the cabin in the mountains. Cabin set up and hot memories of romantic conversations and relationship philosophy, as well as hot sex, are a backdrop to the romance of a well-nurtured relationship. "Worth the read," reported to be "good stroking material for people with an intellect."