I woke up the next morning quite disoriented. For one thing, I was in Julie's room. I went to rub my eyes and found my hands covered in gauze. Then I felt Julie's arm around me and her body spooning mine. I lay still for awhile and let that comfort me. My head hurt. My hands were in extraordinary pain. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I wished I hadn...
© 2006 by Penelope Street With a sigh of disgust, I got up from my kitchen table and made my way to the ringing phone. "Hello?" I snapped, expecting to hear a creditor on the other end. "Sandy? It's me, Melissa." In a moment, my bitterness vanished, replaced by a smile that spread across my face. "Hey! Two weeks from today, right?" "Yeah, two weeks....
Happy holidays! This is the final chapter for the mission of the heart series. I hope you guys like it! I hope you guys had a good Christmas and good year! -YoursTruly101 ----------- ("The deal is done," the dark figure said, sitting behind the desk. "You know what must be happen." The female figure looked at her, pleading. "I know it's done," she said...
Author's note: As with all of my stories, this one is a slow-burner and leaves something to the imagination. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters are over 18 years old. ----- "I dare you." I stared at the words again and they seemed to take on a new meaning, the letters morphin...
This is my entry for the "In a Sunburned Country" writers' challenge. This is the first time I have entered one of the contests, so I can only hope not to make a royal mess of it. The most Aussie thing I know is cricket, so it is the focal point of the story. For those not familiar with the sport (basically everyone not from a handful of former British colon...
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...
Author's note: This story contains mentions of fecal consumption, and heavily focuses on the fecal fetish. The author does not participate in such activities. All science is out the door as well. Please make sure you are over eighteen, and this is not forbidden material where you reside. Please leave now if you are offended by this type of story. Otherwise...
Here is the promised sequel to "The Fun & Risks of an All-over Tan". The original story was, I accept, somewhat abrupt in its ending - my excuse is the pressure of writing for a competition deadline! Hopefully this rather longer second part will give a more satisfying conclusion. I hope you find it enjoyable and do, please, take a moment to rate the story....
(Dedicated to Margaret (my Margarita) for her patience with me, for her strength and her wisdom, for bringing out all my innermost secrets, and most of all, for teaching me the meaning of devotion and love as only another woman can understand.) * It was morning ... that was obvious. I could see the first rays of sunshine streaming into the room through the...
It's been a rough couple of months, but I'm finally ready to publish this story. Enjoy! -YoursTruly101 ***** The Windy City has lived up to its name and its citizens have ventured through its busy streets. Grey December skies hovered over its tallest buildings as flurries of snow found their way down from the clouds. Gust of winds over Lake Michigan added...