Chapter 6-- Lucky Charms I jumped up. I was late for work-- 8:32 with a dot. First day back to work and draggin' ass. Coffee bit my nostrils, and a heat wave prediction from Chet Sands, Channel Three's ace weatherman, bombarded my ear drums. Sid was up and hadn't woke me. "Shit, I'm late," I said, stumbling out of the bedroom shoving my right leg in my...
It was 11:43pm, on Tuesday. My cell phone rang. Caller ID showed it was David. He lives in my neighborhood: Out my door, make a left, cross 2 streets, make another left, and his basement apartment is about two-thirds of the way down the block, on the left. Fuck! He and I have an understanding: Whenever he's horny, he'll call. IF I answer, it automatically m...
The following is a true story. I live in Las Vegas and was working near the Strip when this happened earlier this month. Its been a long time since I've submitted a story, so I welcome feedback both positive and negative. Thanks for reading! I was in the process of leaving one job and getting ready to start another. And, living in Las Vegas, it should be no...
I had bought my house years ago, twenty two years ago to be exact, the neighbors were great, people who had lived here as long and some longer than I had. The house across from me had gone up for sale the owners good friends of mine had decided to move to a warmer climate, get away from the snow and winters. Their house did not sit on the market long, it was...
Making to head home, I pulled open the front door of the Cottage only to find someone standing right outside: a petite brunette, turned away from the door as if surveying the night. When I appeared, she jumped and span round. It was Samantha, my fellow deputy manager. What the fuck was she doing way out here? "DAVID!" she exclaimed and gave me a stinging s...
I pushed through the door of Starbucks and was instantly hit by the aromatic smell of coffee, just as how a constructive wave crashes onto the shore, bringing with it the rich sediments and jewels of the sea before retreating back, leaving people wanting more. Exotic blends from faraway lands of the likes of Sumatra, Peru, the Arabian lands and much more tin...
On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the bells in towers of the harbor town of Charlotta rang out at 2 p.m. They were calling all nobles on the inland sea island of St. Silvus to the wedding of Reginald Reynolds, the governor-general's son, the most magnificently formed and handsome of the most physically gifted countrymen on the face of the earth. At that precise mom...
Saturday about 11:30 AM in the Dorm 2 rec. room. Bobby and Zach are watching some re-run on TV. Zach, being a little playful, reaches over and caresses Bobby's inner thigh, causing Bobby to grin. Liking the response, Zach just kinda let his hand rest there, on Bobby's thigh, wiggling his finger in a tickling motion. Bobby quietly picked up Zach's hand, pushi...
Author's Note: There will be some mild bondage in this chapter. *** Arthur thought he knew how to keep things to himself, and that's what he decided to do. Don't say anything. Don't do anything. Just continue to exist as if nothing weird happened. He often told himself, "A bartender might've cut himself. Maybe a maid got a nosebleed. It's nothing. Blood...
Thank you for the feedback! All characters are 18+ ***** May 2nd 2020 They had heard, then saw. the jets again just a few days ago. Steven couldn't identify them. They had Russian markings and looked old. Jennifer didn't care. Who ever was running America these days wouldn't find them in their carnivorous paradise. Jennifer was pregnant again, and was...