Chapter 2 concluded with Gwen departing the conference for home. ------------------------ When I left Gwen's room I returned to mine and realized that I had never before felt a void inside me. What had happened? There was simply no logical explanation for the undeniable fact that I had met Gwen forty-eight hours before, had shared unspeakable intimacies w...
"The FHA inspector's here for your meetin', Hal," said the secretary over my cell phone. I was away from the office, checking on foundation work done that week in a 100 home government-funded housing development my company was building in Tennessee for victims displaced by Gulf Coast hurricanes. This was the third Friday meeting I'd had with the inspector...
This story was inspired by a bulletin board post on Literotica. This story is a complete fabrication and persons named herein bare no resemblance to any persons dead or living. * * * * * The Hotel is a modest affair compared to some of the big ones that populate the Mexican Riviera! We're not state of the art, but we offer good clean accommodations for a m...
Author's Notes: This story is based on true events. I have changed some situations around for a better flow and changed all the names to protect those involved, but that's it. Thanks to those who helped make this a much better read. You know who you are. All participants are 18 or above. ***** "Uni will be rough," my former English teacher had cautioned...
Chapter 1. Morphin Volkonsky gazed below from his bedchamber on the occupants of his domain. His dark red eyes meandered through the tribes of black-clad Goths, ragged men, women and children that calls this underground hole of Metro Station their home. Clutching his itching throat, he tried to find a way to divert his attention from his thirst. It had bee...
Hi folks, here's another tale of love gone wrong. Another somebody done somebody wrong song...I mean story. Anyway this time, you'll be helping me out with the ending. Nope I'm not doing that two endings thing, because some of you hate that. I'll explain how we're doing this at the end of the story. But for now. Thanks to Mikothebaby for everything she does....
Consciousness was starting to seep back into Blake's mind as he awoke with his head pounding and his limbs full of numbness. "Uhhhhg," he groaned, trying to get his body to move, "Okay, that wasn't one of my better landings." Blake slowly moved his arms and legs to make sure they still worked and were still attached to his body, each movement resulting in...
The street was almost completely barren, as it had been for years, but that was part of why the three college girls came here, every year. It was quiet, where they could talk about weird, smart, or maybe even philosophical things without people staring or judging. Hannah, the boldest of the three, always said the same thing when they came, usually somethin...
Last one for a while. Another Hemingway title. I wanted to write a simple piece about two ordinary people. The theme is miscommunication. So, it belongs in Loving Wives. But I also see this as a Romance. Thank you for reading me. DT ***** Winner Take Nothing Life's ironic. You live your first years thinking you're special. Then you spend the rest of them...
As we last left Darla, she and Shelly had just received news from their hospital administrator that the Nigerian military had requested that they come to Nigeria to train their nurses. The request had been specifically been made by the father of their Nigerian friend Chris, who was the general in charge of the Nigerian military's medical division. The term...