I was awakened early Sunday morning by the incoming call on my cell phone. My phone's caller ID read "Blocked Caller." Damn! I get way too many spoofed-number sales calls during the week, but seldom do any come in on the weekend. If I think it's a spoofed number, I let it go to voicemail. Since it was Sunday, I had decided to answer this call. "H'lo?" I mu...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. The characters appearing in this series are consenting adults over the age of 18. Any reference to past experiences by any character appearing in this story are intended to define that character. * It was almost 3 when I woke up in my roommate's double bed. Sunlight streamed between the broken slats of his plastic blinds...
The harsh white light of the interrogator's lamp dug into my eyes. As someone who spent most of his life hunched over a laptop screen -- ergonomics sounded like a problem for future Abby -- it wasn't quite as discomforting as the racist pukes from whatever government salad had decided to boot in the front door of my parent's house, throw around a bunch of of...
This story is down to some research I did into Army background dressing for 'The Big Brother Hole' and some 'officers/soldiers divide' thoughts that just wouldn't go away. Much of the research is from Wiki, the British Army website and many like it, and in particular a cracker called the Army Rumour Service and the conversations and 'banter' that goes on wi...
Jarrik's last memories of Boston were neatness and politeness. The stainless steel tweezers to turn the needle for the suture were sparkling. The boundaries of the surgery site were formed by straight lines of medical tape. Skin was inside the rectangle. Outside the rectangle was a blue sheet with the fold marks from storage. The anesthetist was sitting on a...
I'd also like to give a huge thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and give suggestions to improve this story. The more editing he does, the more I notice the difference in Canadian versus American colloquialisms. Since majority of the readers seem to be American, I go with rnebular's correction of my Canadianisms along with his other gre...
The work week started up again and it seemed as though our weekend activities were almost a dream. Katie and I had spent some time alone discussing the events, and recalling it resulted in a couple of spontaneous sex sessions. She, nor I, appeared to have any regrets. If anything, Katie was anxious for our date with Dalilah to arrive quickly and she'd also m...
Disclaimer: *All teen characters are eighteen years old, over the age of consent.* *** It all started out so innocently as my girl Edna and I were in the midst of some ill- advised sexual experimentation when we'd been caught by one of the church elders and outed to Pastor Grey. We were kissing, no tongue or anything when Sister Jacobs popped up in front o...
Oh, you all know I love the bad boys. Quan Chi is my favorite. Please vote. If you find any errors point them out. Praise is nice. Advice is welcome. If you're going to criticize please do so kindly as I am a sensitive person. (Don't laugh it's true!) mac 000 "Don't you think this one'll do nicely Holmes," Snake asked Pedro, his fellow gang member. They w...
Previously on "Come As You Are" - Four lifelong friends reunite for their ten-year high school reunion -- professional chef Brenda Lattimore, celebrity video game streamer Sadie Green (nee Bedford), recently engaged ski instructor Michelle Min, and local business owner Collette Hansen. Over drinks and dinner the night before the reunion, the girls discover t...