2:43 AM. Still three hours before the alarm. A clap of thunder sounds and I awaken with a start. I realize that I am sweating, then I remember my unpleasant dream. Rain pelts down on the windows; the sound is hollow and grating, like the laughter of a demon. I am lost, alone with my dark thoughts. I am dying. A touch. Your hand caresses my back: soft, ge...
Here's an edit of Chapter One and the new Chapter Two * Chapter One Sirens Look at me, can't you tell by my blush it's enough just to remember, to sink down deep into the heat of that summer, to relive moist memories like naughty invitations. Where Sally and Jill, Milly and Janie, and me--lucky Julie--spent that summer waitressing at Crabbies, when we be...
Stepping into the harness and fastening it, Abby watched in amazement as Lorna fixed a smaller attachment to the strap-on; the dildo was about six inches long and three inches in girth; making herself comfortable on the soft, red leather chair Lorna smiled lustfully at Abby and said... "Now you can come and sit on my knee." Straddling Lorna on the chair Ab...
There were two name tags on the door. Mine said "Leslie". The other said "Quinn". The student housing computer matched me with a girl named "Quinn". I hoped beyond hope that Quinn would be a geek, or a nerd, or even a gothy loner. Just anything but a popular cheerleader princess. As Dad and Bryan caught up to me, carrying the foot locker between them, I put...
"It's about time you got here. I was starting to get worried." Jina shouted from the doorway of the cabin. "How are the roads?" "Just a dusting of snow right now, but I heard this storm is going to come fast and hit hard," said Arden as she handed a bag off to Jina. She stopped for a quick kiss before dropping her suit case and turning back to go out the do...
by Zara Greene as told to BrettJ © 2006 I really don't know where to start, so I guess I will start at the beginning. Okay, here goes .... My name is Zara and it's a Dutch name. Well, the first name is. My father was a Canadian construction worker working in Holland when he met my mother, and fell for her, hard. My parents came to this country from Holland...
Author's Warning: This is the other half of the story and it is fairly long. It also rotates from Heather's perspective to Samantha's. She's naughtier and dirtier and more troubled. I hope that comes through. Also, as fair warning, I sniffled when I wrote parts of this. It gets a bit mushy, but you guys saw that coming right? I mean, Samantha is my attempt...
The salmon croquettes were all seated on their individual beds of lettuce, a Warhol-esque display of edible repetition. Ryan had lost count, and was starting over, ensuring accuracy before they went out into the dining area. She nodded to the servers, "Take it." Ryan surveyed the domestic kitchen--it surpassed any restaurant kitchen she'd ever worked in. S...
I was tidying up my desk the other day when I came across my old photo-album, as I flipped through the pages I came across the photographs of Heide, Debby and Lori. I felt my self almost being transported backing time to my university days as I thought about those girls. I remember the first time I saw Heide; I was sitting on the front steps of the buildi...
There must be an event going on, I thought as I sat in traffic. Or perhaps an accident, but that didn't seem likely; summer was over and the tourists were long gone. It'd been about 2 months since my vacation to California, and the fall season was feeling great. The colors of nature were vibrant and students seemed to be everywhere, but the traffic was quick...