This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights are reserved. First Edit: edthe3rd2003 Final Edit: WickedWendyDru My Dear Wicked One, Thank you for challenging me as a fledgling writer, and for your unfailing support in helping me to meet those challenges. You make me think about what I am writing, and keep me true to my characters. Thank you for not...
This is a repost of the first chapter and the initial posting of the rest of the story. Chapter 1 Alex was bored. Bored out of his mind and idle hands are the devil's workshop. He had done the daily crossword puzzle, checked his email (personal and business) and was now browsing the Internet including a couple of soft porn sites. Not that he didn't want t...
Gina and I waited for Eddie on the bench in front of our apartment building. We would first go to lunch, then Eddie was going to take me to the RiversEdge Saloon so I could get my car; I'd left it there the night before when I was too intoxicated to drive. We made small talk; I was glad she didn't say a word about our sexy drive home the previous evening,...
*I'm taking eighteen credits this semester. That's not an excuse, seeing as the procrastination started this summer, but studying was part of the reason this installment was so late. I hope I'm not getting a reputation, but on several of my stories now, I have taken way WAY too long to finish things up. :( I just want to tell you all one thing. I work har...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
I must have dozed off. The answering machine had already picked up by the time I absorbed the knowledge that the phone was ringing. The buzzer beeped and the message started. "Hi guys," a very familiar low voice spoke out from the box. "It's me. I don't know what you two are up to that has you so busy you can't pick up... Or wait, maybe I do, but let's not...
Don't Call Me Pantyboy I couldn't believe my ears. I shouted at my roommate: "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of wearing women's panties? Are you saying I LIKE wearing women's panties? I wear MEN'S briefs -- and they're COTTON!!" He smirks and says, "You know, John, teenage girls wear red cotton panties too!" I am apoplectic. My face as red as...
*All the usual rules apply. No part of this story may be taken or reused without the author's permission. Because I Say So!!* "Seven o'clock!" Rayne Wilde protested, in the face of Ant's frantic questions and Daniel Leland's silent, implacable disapproval. "You said I had to be back by seven and I 'am'! For Christ's sake, I dunno why you don't just lock me...
I sighed as I saw the signs for Morrisville. My home town, the place I had struggled to escape over fifteen years ago; now I was coming back with my head hung low and my tail between my legs. It was humbling and humiliating. I had left when I was eighteen and never looked back. I wanted a career, I wanted a life, and I wanted love. I'd gotten the career, I'd...
For those who've read my other stories, this universe is a lot like Anna's. The setting is sci fi, but it's a love story at heart. I hope you enjoy it. ** "Rise and shine, darling," a sultry voice purred over the speaker. It was set into the wall right next to Wyl Leyton's pillow, and he groaned as the noise blasted him out of a sound sleep. "Get thee beh...