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"That's the guy from our, Toronto, office. He’s kinda hot," Shelly whispered to her friend Amber. I had been tasked with reviewing all the IT projects presently in development, and to identify any redundancy. Our IT headquarters was located in, Vancouver. Amber and Shelly were strategically seated at the highest trafficked area of the bar. Dab smack in the middle of it. When a cute guy would be waiting to order a drink, the opportunity to start a conversation would not be wasted. Amber...
BDSMGah, I hate him! Lizzie thought as she crossed the room, heading to the kitchen. She had just spotted John Pritkin, the bane of her existence. Lizzie hated him with every fibre of her being. She hated the way he spoke with that pretentious upper class British accent. She hated the way his blond hair stuck up in wildest of ways. She hated the way he moved with a skilled fighter’s grace. She hated his crooked smile. She hated the sparkle in his emerald green eyes. She hated his deep resonating...
Gah, I hate him! Lizzie thought as she crossed the room, heading to the kitchen. She had just spotted John Pritkin, the bane of her existence. Lizzie hated him with every fibre of her being. She hated the way he spoke with that pretentious upper class British accent. She hated the way his blond hair stuck up in wildest of ways. She hated the way he moved with a skilled fighter’s grace. She hated his crooked smile. She hated the sparkle in his emerald green eyes. She hated his deep resonating...
Gah, I hate him! Lizzie thought as she crossed the room, heading to the kitchen. She had just spotted John Pritkin, the bane of her existence. Lizzie hated him with every fibre of her being. She hated the way he spoke with that pretentious upper class British accent. She hated the way his blond hair stuck up in wildest of ways. She hated the way he moved with a skilled fighter’s grace. She hated his crooked smile. She hated the sparkle in his emerald green eyes. She hated his deep resonating...
Love StoriesiHate zombies"I love you Sam Puckett." She said to herself in a mirror.Today was the day, Carly had worked on this all month, and she was going to confess to Sam. At first she was terrified about what Sam would say, but now she just wanted it off her chest."I love you Sam Puckett." She repeated, just as she had done a thousand times before, and now Sam was on her way over so the tension was building. A knock at the door.In a sing song-y voice Carly answered. "Whooo iss it?""It’s me, open up."...
she jumps at my touch,are you here i ask ?turns to me her eyes look past me yes is the reply,i move away from her hand reaching for me always usessex as distraction with intimacy ,with talking in general. you thinking about him again it goes unspoken between us affairs are wildfires burning fast all consuming and over too quicklyi've done worse to her ,and come back empty and emotionally drainedpart of it is the sex and majority is emotional guilt justifying the great sexnew body to...
Dosto,meri patni ki bhateeji ke kahani mien ney aap logoon ko sunaye thi. Agey ka hal suno Aik din woh bimar padr gayee.Mien ney apni patni sey poocha kiya howa isey.Woh boli isko periods jo atey they is bar do maheney ho gaye, nahien aye aour usko buhat derd rehta hey.Dosto Period aney ka matlab hota hey key nari her maheney choot sey khoon nikalna.Yeh khoon us waqat tak nikalta hey jub tak nari bacha paida kerney layeq rehti hey. Is khoon ka band hona is bat ki nishani hey key ab isko koye...
Howa yoon ke meri patni ki bhateeji daktri ki shiksha ke liye hamare pas ayee. Yani jis city main hum rehte hain isi main uski univeristy hai. Meri patni ke bhai ney kaha key hamarey saath rehney main uska khercha bhi bach jaye ga aour badesh main der ki bat bhi nahi hogi ab woh koyee 24 saal key lag bhag hai. pahley usey aik aour sheher main bhasha key liyee jana padra. aik saal woh wahaan rahi. phir woh hamarey saath agaye. main shro sey usko aik jaga sey doseri jaga lejata apni gadri...
Have you ever met anyone that you truly despise? I’m not one of those girls that pretends they don’t hate. I’m a hater for sure and I’m proud to admit it. I hate people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I hate people that were handed everything on a plate. I hate people who think they’re better than everyone else, and I especially hate celebrities and influencers. What is the thing with influencers? I just don’t get it. Why do these people think they deserve to be paid just to...
BDSMIt’ a funny thing what hate can do to a man. Hate is an emotion which can lead you in so many directions. It can eat your guts out and turn you into a shell of a man who is useless or it can goad you into doing things which you swear you were never capable of accomplishing. Cory Harmon started hating one person a lot of years back and it sent him over the edge into that place where you become a shell. He struggled with it and himself for four or five years, building walls around himself which...
“You’ve been in there for hours!” he shouted back. Stacey continued to eye herself up and down instead of responding right away. She used one hand to wipe steam off the mirror while sweeping her wet dark brown hair out of her eyes with the other hand. When Daryl knocked again she finally responded. “Use the downstairs bathroom.” “I'm not waiting to pee, I have to shower too.” “There’s a shower downstairs,” she argued. “And my bedroom is upstairs,” he countered. Finally she jerked open...
His mom's words flashed through Antoine's head as he stood at the front end of the school bus, every eye in the bus turned towards him. Jesus Christ. Antoine was, as far as he could tell, the only black person in the bus; all the other students were white, many of them with blonde hair and blue eyes to boot, making Antoine painfully aware of his own chocolate-brown skin and thick, curly hair. It was like an opposite version of 'Where's Waldo'. The only other colored person was the bus...
I've always hated Simon, no that's not fair, envied would be a better word. He always had more than me; his family had more money than mine and it showed from his clothes to his birthday presents. It didn't help that he lived next door and I have to endure being shown all his new things. When we both finished school it got worse, he got a better job then me and always drove a newer car. The women he got off with were always prettier and curvier than mine were too; then he got married. At...
A/N: This is just a basic rundown on the main character, Lilly, traits. And, well, explaining the story. Lilly: Innocent teen who is 18 years old. She’s a high school senior, soon to be graduating. Rather shy and cute. Is strictly religious and has been kept ignorant her whole life. Mom: Deceased Dad: Alive Younger Brother: Alive Older Sister: Alive Now, I’m still new to the site so excuse me if I make a mistake. From here on out, whatever you choose affects what storyline you want. I’m rather...
TeenHI EVERYBODY HAPPY EASTER. WELL IM A TAXI DRIVER DONT USUALY WORK SUNDAYS BUT DID THIS WEEK AND IM REALLY GLAD I DIDPICKED UP 3 LADIES IN THERE 30S GOT TO DESTINATION AND 2 GOT OUT AND I TURNED ROUND TO TELL THE 3RD HOW MUCH IT WAS WHEN SHE SMACKED THE LIPS RITE ON ME 9 THEY WERE THE SOFTEST LIPS EVER JUST WANTED THEM ROUND MY COCK STRAIGHT AWAY)SHE SAID WILL U COME BACK FOR US AT 3AM AND WE WILL DROP THE 2 PALS OFF 1ST AFTER WE DROP THEM U CAN TAKE ME HOME SHE SAID. SO I AGREED HOW COULD I SAY...
It's amazing how things look when you are reflecting back on the unchangeable past. It all seems so inevitable now. At the time, it seemed as though I was riding a high speed rail car traveling past the speed of sound. One step followed another and so on down the path of inevitability. I wouldn't change at thing. The bullet train started on a Wednesday when I was returning home from a week long business trip. I traveled regularly in my job as a Senior Account Executive for a large Printing...
The idea had been percolating through Chloe’s mind ever since Todd had told her stories about his wrestling in college. Still, it would take a little preparation and a time when nobody would come to the door. She would also need to make sure Nancy couldn’t interfere. Chloe had married Todd with the full understanding that she would have to share some parts of his life with Nancy. Nancy hadn’t been at all so understanding. Really, Nancy was a possessive bitch. Wearing shoes, Chloe walked...
By the time the two week suspension was over, the legend of what Pete had done, had grown. It was all over school that the boy had demolished Tony Bradford single handed. But the rumors now said he had backed down half of the football team while doing it. The stories varied widely, some claiming that Pete had used some kind of weapon, which many believed had to be true, since Tony was now slated to miss the final four games of the season. Another story claimed that Pete was secretly a third...
Draco looked at the beautiful woman who was his mother with beseeching eyes. ‘Mother, I did not break that vase. Please believe me. Why do you never believe me? Why do you always believe Damian?’ The two little boys, only about one year apart in age, stared up at their mother as she got dressed for Lord Falkirk’s dinner party. Damian, the older between the two, put a hand on Draco’s shoulder and mouthed, ‘I swear I did not tell her.’ Draco shoved the hand off his shoulder angrily. ‘You...
Billy’s phone blared at his bedside, rousing him from sleep after only a few hours. Having worked nearly forty-eight hours straight, before finally being allowed to sleep, this was not the way he had planned his weekend to start. Cursing to himself, he picked up the phone and growled “What!?” The voice on the other end of the line was hesitant, slightly raspy, and female. “Mr. Perkins? Am I speaking to William Perkins?” She asked, almost as if she were hoping she wasn’t. And after the way...
Pete’s wait in the office was much longer this time around. Given the severity of the beatings he had handed down, and the accusations of assault, and defense, Mr. Robertson had been forced to call the police, and now Pete sat, alone, waiting for them to conclude their interviews. Miss Sarah had not even bothered to show up, telling Pete that she would deal with him when he got home, and Ashley’s aunt had come to collect her while Pete had been giving his statement. In the end, a combination...
The next six months were perhaps the most peaceful, and enjoyable time in Pete’s life. It had taken a simple statement from Pete to have him removed from Miss Sarah’s care, and a quick guardianship hearing the week after for Amelia to have the boy officially move in with she and Ashley. For the first time in his life, Pete was able to relax within his own skin. He finally began to excel in school, not living inside a nightmare allowed him to put his full effort into his work. It quickly...
I was too confident. I was so pleased with myself, so full of myself, that it made me careless. However, it was understandable – for the third time in the space of only ten days, I had run better than ever before, and attained a new Personal Best. And what a time to do it, as well! – for the selectors were in the process of choosing the British team for the greatest event of any athlete’s career – the Olympic Games – which in just six weeks’ time would open in London, my own home...
“So where are you headed?”“Wherever.”“Is that a plan or a statement of fact?”“Whatever.”The girl leans back and begins tapping on her mobile, completely absorbed, the way young people do. I say girl; I suppose she’s a young woman, but I estimate her age to early to mid twenties, and at my time of life she counts as a girl. On the other hand, I’m useless at judging ages.Normally I wouldn’t pick up a hitchhiker. Not anymore. At first I wasn’t going to pick this one up either. I don’t know why I...
Voyeur"Watch it pizza face!" It was far from the most original thing I've heard. The school thug Daniel Thomas knocked into me sending all my papers and books flying. Normally I'd just walk away, but today I wasn't feeling it. "Glad you know what pizza looks like considering it's the only thing your family can afford!" And then I felt it. As I came to, Dan and a couple of his friends were snickering and I was lying in the pile of my things. A girl with long red hair and brilliant green eyes...
Despite quitting the Justice League and retiring from being a superhero, everyone believed her to be Wonder Woman, yet she had so far avoided meeting Wonder Woman's people, the Amazons, worried they would realise she was an imposter. But no meeting can be put off forever.... (Note: This story is part of a series. If you haven't read the others then, at the very least, you should read WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN? before reading this one.) WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN:...
This is the events of 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?', as experienced by Maggie Jones. Think you know the full story? You don't. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN: THE FIRST DAY by BobH (c) 2020. (Note: Obviously, this one contains spoilers for 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?') - 1 - I woke shortly before 1 p.m. and sighed, my breath misting before me in the cold air of my trailer. The afternoon light coming in through...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. References to the Vietnam War and Naval Aviation in general as well as to Naval Air Station Miramar in particular were done for story background; there is no actual resemblance to real persons, Navy Fighter Squadrons, Aircraft Carriers or factual happenings. These characters, entities, and events took flight solely in the "theater of my imagination." There they will remain. Suffice it to say, I have nothing but the...
This story was originally posted on another web site as a six-part series. Part One (already posted here) has just been voted that site's 2004 Reader's Choice Award for Outstanding Transsexual/Crossdresser fiction. As you might expect, I'm proud of that. Through a stupid oversight on my part, I never followed up on this site with Parts Two through Six. They are included here, in their entirety. For those of you who posted those wonderful reviews of Part One, Mea Culpa. -...
What Ever Gets You Through The Night. By Hotfeet (All location references are to the UK) I watched the surreal landscape pass by. A mixture of ghostly fields and towns, mixed with the near white blur of hedges and trees. It was late January. The weather had suddenly changed from surprisingly mild, to a more seasonal frosty. After three hours on the train, I had become lost in my own thoughts. I’d almost forgotten why I was journeying down south. My life at...
BisexualSonia hovered nervously outside his room, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. She knew she was going to be in trouble and that did not detach from the even greater problem that loomed on the horizon. Okay, so she had been foolish, she should have attended the lessons and kept up with her course work — too late now! She took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt down her thighs and knocked on his door. "Come in!" Professor Watson looked up from his large desk where he sat reviewing...
Text: I want you. The text was simple and made the phone in his pocket vibrate once with a small, happy-sounding chirp upon delivery. He thought about checking it but ignored it in favor of the conversation going on at the table around him. It wasn’t that he was paying much attention to what was being said, exactly, but it felt wrong to check the text when the discussion around him was more serious than a conversation about the weather. He looked across the table and watched as his girlfriend...
MasturbationWhatever Your Heart Desires By Cherysse St. Claire© I had never had a problem with men before I met my husband. I never allowed men to become a problem. Throughout high school, college, then after, men flocked to me. Tall or short, muscular or slender, boisterous or introverted ? I attracted them all. I made them crazy with desire for me ? and still do. I am not a saint. I am not ashamed to use my looks, sensual sapphire eyes, long, shapely legs and killer body to get what...
Whatever Lola Wants Synopsis: An irresistible young woman tells her sad tale to her lover - an unbelievable tale that bespeaks doom for the man. [email protected] ********************************************************************** Whatever Lola Wants "Come on, big boy, I _know_ you've got another shot in you. Look at my big boobs, swaying so tantalizingly for you, so big and full and perky. Just the way you like them, aren't they?" And I know you have...
She looks at you with those pretty blue eyes. The confusion and pain on her face stabs you with guilt for what you have just said to her. You feel like the biggest asshole in the world. "But I don't understand," she says in a cracked voice, and you can see the tears are going to start coming soon. "I thought you loved me!" Fuck. This sucks. As many times as you've broken up with girls before, you'd think you'd be used to it by now. But it's always a shitty feeling when you have to reveal what...
FetishTo give a bit of a back story, Samuel worked in the same office I did but in different departments. I only knew him after matching with him on the dating app Tinder. He is from Mauritius and this story is based in Malaysia, where I am from. He is a short lean guy, just an inch taller than me. I am short and slender and a Malaysian Indian, so my brown complexion was slightly lighter than that of Samuel's. I would say that my ass and eyes were my best features. And Samuel had this French accent...
CheatingThe world looks strange. It wasn't the spinning. Chris had accepted that his world now rotated to the left at various speeds. That hopefully would change soon, once modern medicine and archaic prayers did their thing, but he was nothing if not a realist. For now, the world spun. No, what was strange was the ceiling. His head tilted right. The world went left. Yes. Something was wrong with this picture. The surface had things on it. Things with writing, what looked like boxes. Chris's eyes...
Josie surprised me the next morning by agreeing to my renewed offer of a restaurant breakfast. "We might as well," she said. "Minneapolis is in the Central Time Zone. We can't call Reggie Johannson or Everett Bell until at least after ten here." I was relieved to see that all my earthly possessions were still undisturbed in my little car. Figuring we wouldn't tempt fate any further, we took Josie's Hyundai Santa Fe to breakfast. Back at her house by 10:30, Josie made the call....
"Your slider don't slide all that much," Bowman told me after observing a half-dozen attempts from behind his granddaughter-catcher at home plate. "Barely started trying to learn it," I said. Bowman's appraisal wasn't any surprise, although I'd naturally hoped to hear something slightly more encouraging. "That'll do it for today, Bets," he told the young woman. "Nice job... And what did you think of our young pitcher, here?" "He throws hard," she said, readily enough....
The Mexican Pacific League season was about to begin, and whatever they did down there for pre-season preparation, I was going to miss. But I got Bill to agree to a day and a half wait before we left the Twin Cities. I needed to break this news to Josie as gently as possible. Maybe I would be better off, I thought, if we just jumped on the next plane and I called her during our layover in Phoenix. The timing couldn't have been much worse. That night -- a single day to go before we had to...
It was a foul-mouthed, drug addicted nightclub comic who said it best. He was the one who summed up the comedic career of Tommy Michaels whose career in show business effectively came to an end on a Friday in November in Dallas, Texas. The dirty-mouthed comic walked on stage two weeks after that horrific day in ’63 and when he did it was the first time he had appeared before a nightclub crowd since that tragic event. Since the innocence of America was taken away by an assassin’s bullet. The...
Chris took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before heading into the kitchen. He tossed his jacket over one of the chairs and opened the refrigerator. Not surprising, there wasn’t a whole lot in it, and he shut the door with a sigh. Since his wife died, Chris had a hard time with the domestic end of things. Actually, he had a hard time with most aspects of his life, except bringing money home. Even with Taylor, who he used to have a natural, easy relationship with, things were rocky....
"Whatever! I can do what I want!" "I'm not trying to tell you what to fucking do!" "Fuck it, you stupid bitches, let's do this!" It was a busy night in the bar, and I was tossing bottles and making weird ass drinks for a crowd of college assholes. I'm a bartender. Some of these people are fine. I get that. But, Jesus, some of them are just so full of shit I want to take a bottle and smash it upside their head. You know? Ah, well. It's a living. The "conversation" that was filling the air right...
Group SexAs I drove through the familiar suburban neighborhood, I felt good. Really good. Excited, even. If I had learned one thing for sure during my first year of college, my very first time on my own away from home, it was that nothing compared to what I had here. It had been a reasonably good year, apart from the frequent moments of agonizing loneliness and some insomnia issues. My grades were good, I had established a decent enough relationship with my roommates, I had learned how to deal with food...
Looking back on some of my older blogs I see that my series of "Whatever Happened to..." rank among my most popular, but I have not done one in well over a year. So, this one is dedicated to one of my absolute, personal favorite porn goddess ever, the exotically beautiful and sexy Nadia Nyce.Born on June 6, 1973 in West Yorkshire, United Kingdom, of Indian heritage Nadia broke into the porn biz by shooting her first video, a scene with Rodney Moore on October 31, 1995 (yet another reason to...
Whatever Happened to Summer Jones? By Callie Messenger The call came in from a French woman. I could tell by the accent. She sounded pleasant, but she was an odd combination of angry and sad. Her story was common in that her husband had committed adultery. It was uncommon in that she had not heard from him since. As there was the matter of the possessions, money and insurances she needed to find him. She wanted to talk to him too. I put straight on that. Leopards don't change...
When I posted my story 'Dr Jekyll & Sister Hyde - an alternate ending', which is a reimaging of the ending of the Hammer studios movie, I thought I was done with the character. Turns out I was wrong.... If you haven't seen the movie go seek it out. Seriously, it's really good and you should watch it. N.B.: This story is a sequel to, and contains spoilers for, my tale 'Dr Jekyll & Sister Hyde - an alternate ending'. * Whatever Happened to...
I heard the words, as if from far away. As if, I was no longer standing in front of them. Their voices took on an echo-like quality, and I didn’t quite register what they were saying. Their mouths were moving and forming the shapes of words, but I couldn’t make anything out.Zoey’s face took on a judgemental scowl, and she looked me up and down. She turned toward Bella, and I wondered, and not for the first time, if they shared a brain, as her face held the same look of judgemental contempt....
TeenI guess Monday mornings just cannot be avoided. But the good thing about high school gossip is that there always will be new ones. Anton was dead, so he became old news. Three other guys missing from the football team which got its ass wiped on Friday night. That was a bigger thing. Until Saturday evening when a senior party was raided and both booze and weed were found. I guess someone forgot to bribe the deputies. Whatever, I was happy to be moved from the spotlights. Marie was back but she...
Because Monday was free, it was a long weekend. I just worked and made sure that I had enough money to take care of the house, and also had a buffer, in case something extraordinary happened. I called no-one and nobody called me. Not until Monday evening. Then I had call from Judy and Robin who were a bit worried about me. Even if we had not talked or been in contact, they had watched how I had been doing at school. They were sorry for not supporting me and the girls at the school, but I...
“Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. Not to put too fine a point on it, say I’m the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul.” -They Might Be Giants, “Birdhouse In Your Soul“ Helen, Maria, Mander, Ramirez, and Luc were gathered in her study. Tape from the market had been given to LeGrasse, who was overseeing CCTV tracking of the man that La Contessa had named “Bad Red Rug.” Night had fallen some time...
“Everywhere I go, there’s someone in a trenchcoat staring at me. When I’m not at home, I’m sure someone’s rummaging through my trash. Whatever could they want from me? Is it just a part of a giant government conspiracy? I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentargram-shaped rash.” -Barenaked Ladies, “Get In Line“ Tad Chase was playing one of the “Fallout“ games in his trailer. He’d never had a trailer before, but now that he was one of the stars of a movie, they gave him one. Which...
We spent the rest of that long weekend in Fantasyland. We shopped. We dined. We went out drinking and dancing, just us girls. Can you believe it? God, what a rush! We fucked; a lot. It was fast, furious, frantic. It was slow, soft, sensual. We did it everywhere in the house, over the hood of the car, in the changing room of the boutique where we were trying on clothes. I can hear the Blue Noses now. "They fucked? That's it? What about making love, like responsible adults?" Honey, it was...
Things couldn't have gone much better, those first few weeks Josie and I were together in the Twin Cities. I had been afraid my having lined up those two part-time jobs would irritate her, because they tended to eat up what little time I had that wasn't spent with learning to pitch. But Josie didn't react that way at all. Instead, she promptly found herself a very nice gig on a local radio talk show. The show was produced by another female ex-jock and sports nut, Angie Erickson. Angie...
“Um, sorry, Mrs. Vandekamp. I thought that you wouldn’t back so soon. In my defense, Martin is of age. This must be your gentleman caller,” Lola did her best at damage control, albeit nervously. “Yeah, that’s pretty clear! Look, damn, I know that I’m not Miss Popular Mom at home. I’ve done some ... harsh things and even crazy ones. I’m well aware of my failings. I think that I’ve been a bit too hard on Martin, for instance. I’ve been far too quick to blame him and other guys and punish them...
I was having a beer in a little bar and this guy comes up to me and asks straight out if I will fuck his wife for him. Now that is a little unusual but I asked him, "What is the problem? Is she so ugly you can't do it yourself?" "No. Actually she is very beautiful, but she saw you and wanted you, and I love her so much I said I would ask you." So I went with him to their cabin in the old fashioned motel and she wasn't as beautiful as he made out but she wasn't too bad and she did have some...
Group Sex~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Who is FTDS and where has he been? ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ There may be a few readers who wonder whatever happened to FinishTheDamnStory aka FTDS? I think it’s time to clear that up. Perhaps more than time. FTDS is a collaboration of two authors. One was the driving force behind the plots and ideas, the other was the man who took freehand written partial ideas for completing stories, sketched out on yellow legal pads, and turned those into submittal stories. I...
Bob woke up in an unknown place surround by nothing but darkness and a teenage girl. The girl had light blue eyes and long blonde hair that extended to the middle of her back. She looked around 18 or 19 years old and had a chest size of around double D's. She had a beautiful hourglass figure and a relatively big butt. "Hey. I'm a goddess that is going to have mercy on your soul." "What happened? Where am I? "You died and I happened to notice that it might've been my fault." She said it with...
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