Chapter 5 We were pulling into a very nice parking garage as Laurel's phone chirped, she must have hit something on the dash as the music instantly died, "Hey girl!" She said in that overly loud way that everyone seems to use when they're talking on speakerphone. The voice that filled the car was amazing, sultry, filled with soul, and clearly, very Briti...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...
© Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or o...
PART ONE: A DEAL WITH A DEVIL Luke stood in front of a nice office building. He looked at his handwritten note. This was definitely the right address. At first he thought he must have taken a wrong turn or something, but no, this was definitely it. What kind of a blood bank has an uptown place like this? When he got tested two weeks ago, he had been to a cl...
I got into a bit of a creative slump in December. I felt like nothing I wrote was any good. To get out of the slump, I read my favorite books and tried to imagine additional stories set in their worlds. It came to naught, until I re-read Over_Red's story "Dream Drive", which he published on this very site. I managed to conjure up a character and sent him on...
Chapter 21 Spring still seemed a distant hope as the winter wind continued to howl through the streets. Sitting on a bench outside the library, Don carefully nibbled on a steaming hot pasty. Once he had finished eating, Don tossed the wrapper towards a nearby bin, then sighed as it deflected off the shaft of a broken umbrella. He jumped from the bench befo...
(This story is an official entry into the 2008 Valentine's Day story contest. It is a long tale of lust and love and the consequences that arise. I hope you enjoy.) *** I loved my new apartment. Seventh floor, with a small enclosed balcony, a view of downtown tourists would envy, concierge service, even a hair salon and massage parlor on the ground floor....
My Husband's Strange Behavior Led to Sexual Adventures with Black Men Preface Victoria is closest childhood friend I have. When she told me that she wanted to write about the episodes in her life that she confided to me when she was having a hard time understanding what was happening and that she wanted my help, I did not hesitate to fly to Paris to see he...
I know time's bent on destruction The past is over every day I wish we both could fly back home But we can't, so I guess I'll just fly away! --John Hiatt, "Fly Back Home" A job's a job. That, in any case, was what Tom had been telling himself every day since his lifelong buddy Jim had coaxed him into moving up north to take jobs with his cousin's new logg...
Part 1 "What are you smoking?" River asked his girlfriend Mindy. "Is that marijuana? You can't smoke that! We're in school!" Mindy was indeed lighting up a small joint, even though they were right by their lockers in their high school's hallway. Class had actually let out about an hour ago, but the place was still busy with teachers, athletes, and other ki...