The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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Bb part 1

I write for money. I have several clients. A few more couldn't hurt. Email me at for MORE of my already written, and ongoing writing commissions, or if you are looking for a writer BB[…]

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Jayson's mother

Jayson’s mother silently opened the door and then there she was; how devastating it is when you are fifteen years old and someone catches you masturbating. There wasn’t much I could do, and I did[…]

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Camp (long story)

It was morning at camp, this camp was nothing like any camp anyone had ever been to, all the kids there were kids that were living rough, kids who had no parents, they were brought[…]

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My dream house

This is my first story so i hope you all like it please leave comments. The day started like any other i woke up from my sleep walked to the kitchen and made my self[…]

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My masseur

I wanted to finish the second part of the Katlin and Missy tale, since I've already outlined it and people seem to like the first part. But I couldn't get this one out of my[…]

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Honour wagered and lost

Sarah’s honour wagered and lost. It is 1803 and the scene an English Country house in the home counties. Sunlight filtered through the green canopy of overhanging branches dappled the coach and four as it[…]

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