****Author's note: This is a work of fiction, all characters are 18 years or older. All persons mentioned are fictional with the exception of Charles and Leanne, they totally are real! ***** Spring 2017 Barclay Islands Madison: The sun slowly rose, and blanketed the resort with its sunlight and heat. The tropical birds began their twittering, among the...
The Japanese gentleman was called Fudaki Shimizu. He was from Yokahama. Fudaki was in London with his wife, Rumiko, and their four-year-old daughter, Ishi. Fudaki worked for a corporation. He would be spending the majority of his trip in meetings in office buildings close to Great Portland Street tube station. He was slightly built but steely looking. He was...
**Disclaimer: This is just a fantasy type story. It's fictional, and nothing about it is real. Please, no comments about any of the characters going to therapy, or anything of the sort. These are characters working through emotional trauma and feeling things out before they make a move. Nothing more. That being said, hope you enjoy!** -Rosie ***** I was s...
Turbulence rocked the small aircraft, sending Zeke's stomach into a tailspin. This is better than a roller coaster, he thought, although he wished for a smoother flight. Flying wasn't one of his favorite things to do, but it would become a necessary evil in his line of work. Thankfully, he didn't have to pay for this one. His flight from Sarasota to Detroit...
Please note: This is a long story. These people seemed to create themselves as I wrote about them. To my surprise, I found myself caught up. So if you're looking for a quick fix, I'd advise looking elsewhere. This is an entry in the Summer Lovin Story Contest: it's the first time I've submitted something to a contest. The theme just inspired me, and this s...
No one saw the company commander as he quietly stepped into the rec tent where his Marines were unwinding from the heavy fighting that afternoon. As he looked around the room, he didn't see black, white, or brown. He only saw green and he'd gladly give his life for any one of them, and he knew they felt the same way about him. Officers were afforded a certa...
"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them." Marcus Aurelius, Meditations * It's an old story, really. Been told a few times too, I reckon. About an old man -- well, not really old, not quite yet, anyway -- but an old man who's followed his heart and run into a few potholes along the road more or less traveled. A ma...
Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that man...
I awoke Monday in a strange bed. I also awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Eggs don't seem to have an odor, unless they have gone bad. I expected to see Moseby in the kitchen, possibly dressed as a glamorous June Cleaver but alas the kitchen was empty. Well empty of humans anyway, I found coffee in the carafe of the coffee maker. It was also still turne...
First of all a warning!! This is a graphic story of a sexual liaison between two consenting adults. If you are prudish or underage, then read no further. For those of you who enjoy a little erotic entertainment to pass the time, please read on. My story is based in Paris, the city built around art, food, romance and sex, and it has never failed to disappoi...