“So I get one wish, and it only lasts twenty-four hours?” I was having trouble wrapping my head around this. “That is correct.” “If I wish to win the lottery?” “You will be wealthy for only one day. It will be twenty-four hours just for you, but real time will be one second. You will return to the exact spot you started at almost instantaneously.” “If I die or get killed or hurt…” “You will return in the same condition yo...

She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the touch of fingers on her exposed nakedness, attempting to decipher each stroke into a shape without overloading her mind (much as the flurry of so many hands were overloading her senses). A heart. A flower (or perhaps a sun). Letters were harder, as someone wrote a script upon her belly, each line drawing closer to a still untouched pussy. Were they words of love, she wondered...

Her room was awash with color.  No overhead light.  No brass lamps topped with beige lamp shades.  The walls glowed with bright neon images. Tigers and mushrooms and wizards and rainbows brought to life by a tube of violet light. A glowing aquarium full of multi-colored fish moving slowly about through a forest of slowly waving plant life. A lava lamp, its contents morphing slowly, breaking apart, floating, reassembling c...

Shake, shake Brandi In your little black dress, You make me horny, I must confess. With your head down low And your ass up high, I could make your passion, Multiply. Shake, shake Brandi In your little black dress You make me horny, I must confess. You’re a wicked little tease Giving me the eye, I just want a taste of your Country pie. When you walk, You shake like a willow tree. You can only guess The things you do to me....

She was a long twisty woman in a tiny skirt, Oh My God! She was a mean bitchin’ flirt. She dug a deep trench down my back, Rocked me all night, left me blue and black. My Lord, she’s a demon from heaven above, Oh hell, fucked me silly, I think I’m in love. She wrapped me in her legs and shook me about, All I could do was sweat, moan, scream, and shout. Her tits and ass took my snake to own, Damn she rocked my ass down to...

It was 7:30 on a Monday evening in May. I had just finished my last class of the semester at the community college. At 42, I was going back to school to learn a new career being unemployed during this economic downturn. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things for my supper that evening. I don’t know why I decided to stop at this particular Wal-Mart instead of the one in my hometown twenty miles away, but I...

"All in favor of killing Becky, raise their hands?"Four hands shot up instantly."It's agreed, we kill the bitch. As soon as possible."Oh, don't worry, dear reader, we're not really planning on killing someone. We'd like to, but we're not that violent or bloodthirsty. Becky is, or was, I should say, our bass player in our band, the Pastels. So named because of our love of 80's new wave, power pop and we all dress the part...