THE INTERVIEW Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. УJudas priest,Ф she mumbled under her breath. УWhat the hell am I doing here?Ф She picked up a two year old copy of People magazine to try and take her mind off the reason for her appointment. She was just getting interested in an article about face lifts, tummy tucks, and breast implants of the stars when like a gun shot a woman from the half open door to the inner offices called out her name. УYouТre Jane?Ф the pretty twenty something blonde asked while ushering her towards the rear of the office suite. УUh, yeah,Ф she replied dumbly. УMz. Martin will be with you shortly,Ф the blonde said while offering Jane a chair. УBy the way,Ф she ... Read More»

For Tribal Honor I had killed the lioness. Though I usually do my shooting with a movie camera, I’m also pretty good with a rifle. Africa is a long way from the ranch in Wyoming that I grew up on but I’ve found that a lot of my childhood skills come in handy now that I’m making wildlife documentaries. We brought the carcass of the lioness into the village to show them that “she who steals babies” was dead. The big celebration came as no surprise, the sick cat had been feeding off their infants for the past year. She was old and they were easy and tender prey. They had every right to be happy and, after three months on the savanna, we were eager to party. The celebration was just fine and I wasn’t even too surprised that they wanted to honor us, even though I ... Read More»

Handy Helper Well, Murph had really done it this time. His hopes for a downhill ski-racing medal in the Winter Olympics were shattered, as were both of his arms. It had happened fast, he was setting a record pace until his ski hit a mogul the wrong way and sent him sailing into the air and tumbling down the mountain. It was fortunate he hadn’t cracked his skull. That would have been a drag, the doctors would have had to shave his trademark long, blonde hair. The damn full arm casts were bad enough. He couldn’t feed himself, he couldn’t brush his teeth, he couldn’t wipe his own ass, hell, he couldn’t even hold his dick to pee or play. His roommate had been released earlier in the day. Now that visiting hours were over, he didn’t even have any one to talk to. ... Read More»

* About a month later.... David was looking at his monitor but it could have been blank for all the attention he was giving it. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what Perry wanted with the ledgers. It didn't take this long to get a loan no matter how bad the economy was. He hated not knowing and also hated this new closeness between Josh and Perry. Another person he didn't like was Kamea. Regardless that she was hired as a contract worker, he still hated that the ledgers were going to her for auditing. He wasn't worried that she would find anything, he was too smart and any mistakes would be Sarah's fault. No, if anything bad was to happen, it would be Josh's fault as he was always fucking thing up. David swiveled his chair around to look out ... Read More»

When she pulled in the lot she saw him standing by the door. It was weird not seeing him in any kind of uniform. He had a laid back style much like hers. Simple dark jeans, yellow converses, and a Doctor Who tee. Taryn loved Doctor Who. "Hey" He outstretched his arms to her. "Can I hug you? Or is that weird?" Taryn shrugged and figured why not? She stepped closer to give a friendly hug. When Cydney saw that her hands were going around his waist he quickly took her hands and moved them so they would wrap around his neck. "What the hell? Did you just modify my hug?" Cydney smiled down at her. "Don't act mad. You know you like it." Oddly enough Taryn did like the feeling of Cydney so close to her. They just stood ... Read More»

My eyes opened with a snap and as I stared at the ceiling, memories of last night slowly returned. My beautiful wife Amy, Brad, a huge black man, a hypnotist, me opening Amy’s blouse for this man, my wife’s hands on his cock, how I actually put her hands on his long, thick cock, how he came on her chest, how she liked the taste of his sperm, how I shaved her pussy, all these thought came to me as if in slow motion, as if watching a slide show, a bazaar collection of images that must have been a dream. A dream that was it, all a dream and I relaxed and slowly shed the grip of sleep that held my brain. A dream, but the condition of my cock was not a dream. I was rock hard and it felt good. I turned and was a little startled to find Amy’s face right up next ... Read More»

I was starting my junior year, living in the off-campus apartments. It was some long weekend and most of the campus was deserted. Since I didn't have the disposable income that my roommates had I was left all alone. We lived in apartment 2B ("2B or not 2B"). The only other person around on my floor that weekend was "Jeff" in 2C. I ran into my neighbor that Friday morning on my way down to the laundry room. He was heading out to the train station to meet his girlfriend. Jeff was a cool guy. He was from the East Coast like me. We were occasional drinking partners. I told him once that he was the "coolest white dude" I'd ever know. He reminded me of the Bruce Willis character from that show "Moonlighting". Anyway, he ... Read More»

I hate today. I just hate it. I walked to the storage area and pushed on the door which served as the employees entrance and exit. I fished around my pockets looking for the last cigarette. I knew I had somewhere. I've already used all my breaks for the day, but I think this is a good reason for me to blow off some steam. Why is Friday always, and I mean always getting all the good shifts? And don't tell me it's because she has the perfect figure, or that she is beautiful I especially hate the way her long black hair is all over the place. The way she is always smiling just irks me, like 'oh look at me, happy go lucky. La dee da., that's Friday all right. What is up with the name Friday? For the umpteenth time today a customer asked her that, and do you ... Read More»

Working for a Korean owned company had its benefits. One of which is all the Asian women coming in and out of the office. The enticing part is that Asian women are very interested in Western men. It was another boring day at the office. That was until my boss brought Lisa his 19 year old daughter to the office. She was almost 6 feet high with a great body. Her ass was her best asset. She had a nice pair of tits and took every opportunity to show them off with her low cut blouses she always wore. Today was no exception. She wore a short black skirt with a white blouse. Underneath you could see her black lace bra. She wore a pair of white high rise socks and was the spitting image of a naughty high school girl. If I didn't know better I would have thought that ... Read More»

**** Steve Jacobson watched as she walked in and went to her desk that morning. He had often wondered what it would be like to go out with her, but he knew that it was impossible; they worked in the same office and he was her superior. When word got around the office that she was pregnant, Steve knew that she had to be married, although he never saw a ring. Over the short time that she had been there, he watched as her stomach grew with the new life. There was also something else, she was black and he was white. Where they lived in Virginia there was numerous mixed race couples, but Steve was still a little reluctant about it. He didn’t know why, because his whole life he respected others no matter what race they were. The age difference also bothered him, ... Read More»

After procrastinating for years, I finally decided to enroll in graduate school at a local college. The timing was right considering my career in human services was stagnating and I needed more money, not to mention my son was older and didn't need me around the house as much. And having class only 2 nights a week on Mondays and Wednesdays didn't seem like it would be much of a burden. My first day of class went smoothly and I was relieved to have been assigned a really good professor. The other students seemed pleasant enough, although one in particular caught my eye. She was a dark skinned beauty named Sondra who was from Haiti. I must confess that I always had a weakness for exotic women and this girl was oozing dark chocolate from head to toe. The only way ... Read More»

About three years ago I decided to relocate back, to my home town of Byron Bay in Northern NSW. Byron Bay has gorgeous beaches; a fabulous climate and I know the area well and adore the relaxed unique lifestyle. It's an enchanted place where the rain forest meets the ocean, dolphins and whales swim in the warm waters. Bryon has always held a special place in my heart, there is a creative freedom in Byron Bay that is liberating from the confines of the ordinary that allows the extra-ordinary to take place. Byron is a place where many people embrace the sacred, the sexual and creatively explore their sexual freedom. I had been working at a radio station in Sydney for the past decade and had become stifled in the hot polluted city environment. My friends were ... Read More»

УBrit, wait up!!!Ф Hannah shouted from half a block down the street. Hannah stopped in her tracks and waited a little impatiently for her best friend. УIТm sorry I was late!Ф Hannah puffed while pulling along side Brittany. УBut if you saw what I just saw youТd be late too!!!Ф УOkay,Ф Brit replied with a shake of her head. УIТll bite, what did you just see!?!Ф With her breathing returning to normal Hannah answered in a whispered tone, УI just saw Ben Sutherland in the raw!!!Ф Brit actually stopped in her tracks as that set in before asking, УHow, how in the heck did you do that?!?Ф УWelllllll,Ф Hannah replied slowly. УYou know how IТve been helping Mrs. Freeman with her last period gym class?Ф Brit nodded while answering, УYeah, you told me something about, so ... Read More»

LITTLE LOO Sandra Small took a sip of her piping hot cup of coffee as she scanned several new reports that had been left on her desk by her boss, Mr. Olsen. It was still not quite eight o’clock so the office was still pretty empty. Sandra liked to get in early before the daily onslaught of e-mails, phone calls, and voice mails would inundate her. It was a quiet time to get her paper work taken care of without the constant interruptions that were a normal part of her business day. She was just about to slice open another piece of mail when out of the corner of her eye she spied little Loo Wong setting down in her desk on the other side of the office. “Good morning, Loo,” Sandra sang out. “Uh, good morning Mrs. Small,” the young Asian replied. Sandra smiled to ... Read More»

* Tabitha pulled the gold-tasseled cord that opened the blue velvet curtains. Light flooded into her room, over the antique armoire, the Persian rugs, and the four-poster canopy bed. Her room faced the front of the estate so she could take a moment to appreciate the perfectly manicured lawn. There were topiaries shaped as dolphins in mid-jump, meticulously landscaped trees, flowers along cobbled walk paths. Tabitha had known that the Solomon estate outside Birmingham was impressive—Rick was from old money after all—but this sprawling, picture --perfect mansion was more than she'd ever expected. The house itself was over thirty thousand square feet. The family only used part of the home; the rest of it was used for guided tours. At first, Tabitha didn't ... Read More»