Too much alcohol and too little judgement led me to fall for the sales pitch of a Korean pimp. I'm hoping to start something with this story. I know all of you have some secrets like this in your past; let's have some fun with them. Come on folks, I'm showing you mine, now show me yours.
After an exhibition tournament, our Russian tennis queen suddenly loses control over her walk of life as she joins the toy collection of an old fashioned Middle Eastern ruler. Once the true magnitude of the plans around her sinks in, she seriously questions some of her career choices, which provoked this terrible "Tennis Teen Terrorism". Will years of sports psychology help her through the multitude of harassments ahead of her, and will she eventually escape out of the hands of her tormentors?
Instead of writing another fiction story, Wally tells the shocking truth about his many sexual experiences as a teen. Includes short scenes by many other writers, who are credited in the text. Starts with a sci-fi soldier in the far future, but most of the story happens in the 1970's US Midwest. - - - CAUTION - View and understand the story tags/codes before reading! If you don't and some of the content disturbs you, it's your fault instead of mine.
A Story in the Quickies Universe
Back in 2000, I had a roommate. We were both in a few online clubs through Yahoo! and every now and then after I got home from work, I'd get online and just post this really bizarre, off the wall stuff. I was bored and needed to calm down after a stressful day. Anyway, my roommate would usually read over my shoulder and throw in her thoughts here and there. On one particular night, I told her to help me come up with something completely out of the ordinary, and this story is the result.
She’s the moon. He’s a library assistant. The books moan, the lights flicker, and someone’s overdue for a cosmic orgasm. When Mona crashes into Earth in virginal human form and lands a job shelving steamy romances, she expects peace and quiet, not toe-curling sex in the stacks. But Theo’s got a barcoded smirk and hands that know how to file her under “needs it now.” It’s celestial chaos and steamy chemistry.