I wound up in, literally, a one-horse town in North Carolina. A town I'd never heard of whose biggest achievement had been opening a Walmart about 6 months ago. There was a Community College, a psychiatric hospital and, shockingly, about 4 different prisons surrounding the tiny town. Within the first few months, as I waited tables at a diner, I met the mayor...
It was a dark and cold night. Tom could hear the late night noises of central New York City in the distance. There was a smell of dust and abandonment in the old deserted factory. The windows were all cracked or broken. Pieces of glass lay shattered on the dusty floor. The walls were dirty and stained and the paint was peeling off like old skin off a snake....
WATAMU NIGHTS It was one of those sultry, Kenyan tropical nights, hot, but not too humid. We were in Watamu on a kind of a second honeymoon, a long awaited trip without the kids. Watamu was just the kind of escape we had been looking for, unencumbered, here in this resort village with its reputation for wild, swinging parties and sultry nights. We went for...
Completely naked and spread eagle on the mat, Martha laid there, absorbing the eerie calm that has settled around her. "What now?" she asked herself between gasps for air. "You're her Bitch now... that's what," her inner voice dreadfully reminded her. "So what happens next?" Martha pondered, her already weak spine turning to icy slush when she looked up t...
Picture two horny 18-year-old girls in bikinis, looking for guys, at the public swimming pool on a Friday night. OK, let me guess: You’ve got in mind two skanky little hard-bellies with perfect tits, asses you could bounce quarters of off, and an Avril Lavigne pout. Correct? I wish. Jessica and I are the two geeky girls who can’t get laid. What do you thi...
I know this story isn't as sexual as the others but it is seemly impossible to have a storyline and characters who are always at it like rabbits! I hope to make the next one more exciting. x ********** I lay flat on my back in the middle of the garden. It had been a good fifteen minutes since she had left me here, half-naked and bleeding. Soon after it ha...
by BrettJ © 2011 No one she went to high school with would have recognized Frankie. She looked different, she acted different and her burning anger at the injustices of the world had disappeared. She didn't go looking for trouble; she was in control of her actions and had held a steady job for over 5 years. It wasn't some Joe-job either; Frankie worked at a...
I began this as something else, but someone close to me made me redraft it. It is dedicated to Sarah. The Sarah in this story in no way resembles the Sarah for whom the story is written. * Up to the day she got shot Lt. Faith O'Bannon believed she was all that and bulletproof. She stood 5'10" and weighed around 140 lbs. Her coppery hair was cut to a severe...
This is the second of the Saint Clair series, after Soldier Girl, so you should probably read that one first. I had no idea this one would turn out like it did, so in the interest of fair warning, I will mention that this turned into a sort of rural Crime Noir tale. I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. I origin...
The new day was exceedingly moist. It was one of those intense steamy weeks in August with intermittent rain separated by hours upon hours of dense heat and humidity. The kind of weather that permanently wore down the insides of all air conditioners that kept the city by the river barely functioning under the intense dampness. A curtain of early morning fog...