I’ve always been one of those people who likes to help others. It doesn’t matter whether I know the person or not. Occasionally, I get rewarded, but not often. Just a thank you or a nice smile is enough reward for me. I don’t do it to get anything back, it just makes me feel good.This story was one of those rare occasions when I was rewarded. Rewarded beyond my wildest dreams. Of all places for this to happen, Aldi’s groc...

My name is Sam Slate; I am a Voyageur. A Voyageur is a spaceship captain licensed to skipper a torch ship of any tonnage to any place in the known universe. In addition, I have acquired mastery of twelve different recognized fighting styles, miscellaneous unrecognized techniques, and speak over eighteen different languages. Pay me the megabucks, and I will lift whatever piece of space junk to the destination of your choic...

"Chris!" With that exuberant syllable I drop the packages just inside the front door and start to rush toward my adorable boyfriend who isn't supposed to be here until tomorrow, but something in his face freeze-frames me like Roadrunner over its ersatz Latin caption. He's sprawled on the couch, having made himself at home. "Your roommate let me in." An open bottle of Sam Adams is on the coffee table, and he's never had an...

Shauna's desktop screen flashed the message notification "Mail for LuvShauna" from someone in her circle, interrupting her train of thought. To her pleasant surprise the sender was SexyBrit22, with whom she had shared an animated cyber flirtation over several weeks. She tapped her keyboard with a sleek, polished fingernail. She was buzzed from reading at least two of their previous message threads, and secretly she hoped...

A horny man stands in his windowHe's naked and stroking his cockThis will begin his introIt's already ten o'clock Exhibitionism is what he doesThis is what makes him tickAlways careful of the fuzzHe loves to pull at his joystick He pulls and tugs his dickAcross the way two women see himThey see him stroking his prickThey wonder if this is a whim They're in another buildingEverybody can see each otherAll involved find it t...

When George got home from the party, he took a nice hot shower. He wore his Loretta Lynn wig, but had a Green Bay Packer football helmet on also. He didn't want to lose the curls. The top of his helmet was growing grass, like a chia pet. Also, it had Bullwinkle antlers. It's not everyday that one sees a person with a snorkel and helmet taking a shower. It was either grass or some good marijuana. When he came out he was re...

Sarah had a healthy sense of humor, but she had nearly reached her limit. When the toady, hunched groom referred to her as 'another of those blasted princesses', she couldn't help but grin. And when the man servant presented her at court with a river of rainwater still draining from her clothes and hair, she stifled a smirk at the spectacle she must have made. But now, the queen was prodding at her hips and saying, "They'...

George Smart was just your average seventeen year old. He was kind of quirky and a virgin. He was looking to lose his virginity, but hadn't really had any offers. George had a lot to learn and needed somebody patient to show him the ropes. George's parents had asked their good friend Pamela to stay with them for a week. Pamela was their divorced friend. She needed a little time away from her stressful job. G (George) spen...

How I loathe you. I was fine, I had accepted my fate. I accepted a life of merely existing, decades ago. It was unnerving to plunge that dagger in my heart. I thought I had murdered it. Sure, it beat. But, it didn’t feel. It couldn’t hurt me anymore. I had won. I was the victor. How sweet to claim the prize of ‘no more pain’. And then, You. You, with that fatal smile. You, with those eyes so full of life. You said hello....