Word Count: 24,643 *** Every step felt like the spot where her knees would fail. Her heels screamed when they smacked the asphalt, a pain that reverberated in her thighs and chest. Autumn was slipping into winter. The cold bit her nose and turned her eyelashes into daggers. Even so, she kept running. Lap twelve was all momentum so when she reached the...
That night, I had trouble sleeping. I was tossing and turning and unable to get the image out of my head that was burned in there by Courtney. Me, laying naked on a desk while Courtney fed me. Perhaps the 'while Courtney fed me' part was my own manipulation of the image she had given me today at school. Still, the image was crisp and clear in my imagination...
Carolyn heard the knock then saw the brightly colored sheet of paper slide under her door and got up from her desk to get it. She stood there reading it as she finished getting dressed for classes. It was an end of term PJ party for the dorm only and it would be her first party with strangers since leaving home. She was excited by the idea of hanging around...
Welcome back! This is the continuation of the slow-burn story The Trainer. If you haven't read the first part yet, you'll really want to do that first. You'll be a bit lost without it, I'm afraid. Thanks to everyone who has written to me about part one. I love hearing from you! Thanks also go out to my wife and to Broken Spokes for their comments on this sto...
I hate Rock, Paper, Scissors. At least when it caused me to have to do something I didn't want to do. It was the tradition my roommates and I utilized to decide- well, everything. In many cases I won and wasn't forced to do whatever task that struck up the game, but tonight wasn't my night. Three rounds and I was on my way to the grocery store to pick up the...
I'd planned on having this story out months ago but I've had some health problems which delayed the writing. To add to my woes, a few days after I started writing again my computer crashed and I had to wait a couple of weeks before it was replaced (fortunately I'd backed up the work to date). Anyway, back in the saddle again. In my story 'Twilight Time', N...
The following story is based upon one of my fantasies. In my stories, the protagonist has my first name and physical attributes. However, I DO NOT think of myself as being beautiful. Any similarities in this story to anyone, live or dead, is strictly coincidental. All businesses are also fictitious. This is a story about a middle age wife and mother meeting...
This is the eleventh of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story. Despite the light traffic, Bridget felt impatient as she weaved her way down the street. Even when only one car was in front of her, sh...
This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you might be offended please try another story. Chapter One If I had to find a few adjectives to describe myself I would use pretty, intelligent, principled; someone guided by a clear moral compass. Then why was I kneeling on the bed with the headset tight agai...
Alice - Friday, late evening As I sat on the back of the motorcycle alone with my thoughts I could not help ponder the mess I was in. My parents, discovering the military research the university my father worked for was doing took it upon themselves to steal and release evidence forcing an embarrassing shutdown of the program. The one catch was the police h...