© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2007/8 CHAPTER FOUR "LOSER MAKES BREAKFAST" "This chapter should have been posted last week but as I started my day job last week as well it kind of got deferred, so apologies. It's here now and we hope that you enjoy it as much as the previous three. To make up for the slow build up here's a few pages of uninterru...
Just like always I can hear the nearest neighbour pour water into something before he shuts the water off. The soft padding of feet floating above my head. I follow the footsteps, wandering beneath him. It's fascinating, how I can hear every move he makes. I know when he goes to work, when he comes home, when he sleeps and when he wakes. I know that he list...
I've only ever had a handful of regrets. Mine was the type of life many wished for. But it wasn't just because I was lucky. I was careful in my actions. I was proud to say that I was the reason for my success; I was never too rash to do something stupid, never too hesitant to miss the things I wanted. That didn't mean everything always went the way I wanted....
Michelle didn't expect one of her best friends to act this way. The two of them just sat in the living room, watching their favorite show with a paid subscription. Michelle minded her own business until, all of a sudden, Joseph began to sit a little closer on the sofa. The twenty-one-year-old woman only thought of it as a harmless gesture. It took her a few...
Brady knew he was getting looks and he really wished he'd had time to change into his civilian clothes. He settled into his seat on the plane and waited for things to get going. Unconsciously, his hand reached up and touched his hair. He wondered if he would ever get used to how bristly short it was. Brady patted his front pocket just to feel the reassuring...
(* Authors Note: All characters in this story are fictional, but loosely based off of real men. All characters are over the age of 18. Now enjoy the story and please leave your feedback it is appreciated.) * In the summer after I turned 18, my Nebraska based youth group took its annual missions trip. This year was a real treat we had raised enough money f...
There used to be a place, about 30 years ago, that used to be very good for ... not so much 'cruising' as for just 'getting down to it'. It was an adult book store about a mile from where I lived. Yes, I am aware of the hazards of such places, but it was a good place to hunt, and to get what I needed when I wasn't getting it anywhere else. Some nights there...
When I awoke, still very groggy, I found I was completely naked, with my arms suspended from overhead hooks with chains and my legs spread apart and attached by chains to a stone floor as well. We were in some sort of stone vault. I had what seemed to be a wooden stool supporting me from behind and below so that I didn't drag my arms out of their sockets aga...
Hi...this is not a true story, just a fantasy of mine. I've written it in a sort of stripped-down, masculine style...if you'd like to hear more, please let me know. ******** I don't know where the curiosity began, really. I can't put my finger on the moment but one day, out of the blue, images just started popping into my head when I made love to my girlfr...
Youth, Beauty, a nicely sculpted body and a disarming smile are the necessary ingredients to ensure a comparatively easy and enjoyable life. Eighteen-year-old Joey Griffin had it all and then some. Although he knew how blessed he'd been, he remained a delightful, modest and fun-loving guy who'd do anything you'd ask of him. Secretly, I was hopelessly in love...