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Jake Mathers was a sick man. Sick in the head that is. The demented product of an upper class upbringing that saw a few small yet distinct moments in his early childhood that turned him this way, he was now in his mid fortees and very perverted. It wasn’t just the fact that he lusted […]
I was at home and with snow falling outside I put on a hoddy and fired up my rig. I logged online and started to download my emails, dam 600+ emails, and 99% spam, ack! I noticed that my friend Samantha was online in AIM so I sent her a “heyzxa…” She replied and we […]
Work was hell, but at the very least I knew I was going to have a good time tonight. Sinne was in town, and with a couple of fibs about going out with the guys I’d be out the door without my wife any the wiser. Preparing my excuse-it was going to be a “co-worker’s […]
Dear Idiot, How are you? Never mind I don’t care, I just want to write you and complain about something that you wrote to a newsgroup that I found on google. I recently found your stories on the usenet, and even though they completely suck, I did a search to find more to read. Well, […]
Once upon a time, in the days of the now-dissolved Evil Empire, there lived in Moscow a very pretty blonde girl named Yana. She was an exceptionally bright girl and graduated at the top of her class from the People’s Collective School #1369. The Government decided she wanted to become an nuclear engineer and sent […]
Little Red Friday Hood by Arty Once upon a time in the far-away land of FDWritings there lived a young(ish) girl call Little Red Friday Hood. Why was she called this? Well since you ask so nicely I’ll tell you. Of course this will derail the story I was about to tell, but you did […]
I have a very good friend. She is comfortable to talk to. We talk about books, people we have known, and things we would like to do someday. She pays attention to the things I have to say, which is very flattering. Even nicer, she shares her feelings with me, which makes me feel privileged, […]
Softly, the rain drops fall upon the rooftop. Inside, the plaintive wailing of a violin can be heard over the angelic voice of Sarah Brightman. Nestled under candy-colored coverlet that adorns our bed, I lay in anticipation of your arrival. As I hear the sudden rush of water from the shower, I contemplate joining you. […]
After the second month, Heatherlyn went to a doctor, and her fears were confirmed–she was pregnant. She was now no longer a virgin, and would have to bare and love the child of a man who raped her. The abortion of an innocent life was unthinkable to her Christian soul. Heatherlyn told no one about […]
I’d been trying to talk Sarah into photography for a while. She had been reluctant, to say the least. She was adamant that she wouldn’t allow herself to be photographed if it meant that ANYONE else would see the pictures. I tried to explain that we could have the pics developed through the mail at […]