This story is classified in the science fiction section so, yes, it is not at all realistic. If a story that is pure science fiction is unappealing to you, you should not read this story as you will be very disappointed. Invisibility is, of course, not feasible (the rationale and mechanisms for the invisibility in the current story was obtained through The I...
This isn't really the story I wanted to break into Loving Wives with. But when I realized that the holiday contest was coming, I couldn't resist writing this tale for it. But as the deadline approaches I realize I want to not rush this and make it a better tale. There is violence, but not enough to rival most network television. There is also no sex in this...
Hello Fans: Sorry, but I've always wanted to say that:) Although I would not classify this as a jack off story (again sorry) it does contain areas of explicit sexual content. For this reason I must ask that if this type of thing offends you, or you happen to be under age in your area to view such material, Please leave this site, and go enjoy the many more a...
I dribbled, keeping one eye on the defender, shielding the ball with my body, looking for one of the other players to come open in the middle. But there was someone in the lane every time one of them made a cut, and the shot clock was winding down. Time to make something happen. I focused on my defender, saw his eyes watching me. I feinted to the right; he...
My name is Bud, at least that is my nickname. I lived this story and now maybe I can die happy but first I want to share my story. I am obviously a man and was just about to turn 50. I have had ups and downs in my life and right now I am on an up. I was married, unfortunately, and have two daughters both out of high school. I stayed married all these years...
Erik walked down the steps in between the rows of benches in the lecture hall, and picked a seat. The row he chose was about two-thirds of the way up from the front of the hall; far enough up to not have to pay too much attention, yet not so far in the back that it would look like he was trying to not have to pay attention. A similar process went into selec...
Susannah's head was pounding when she woke, every one of her heart beats a stab of pain in her temples. Her eyes were closed but they still hurt. Her face hurt. Her stomach hurt. She had gotten a minor concussion once playing soccer, and wondered briefly, as her senses slowly returned to her, if she had again sustained some sort of injury. Then it came back...
**** -- CHAPTER 4: After "I Love You" -- **** *-- APRIL 2007 --* "I told you. My old man thinks it 'builds character'." Teddy sighed. "You think I *want* to work in a stockroom?" "No, no..." Stella waved her chopsticks in lieu of shaking her head. "It's just... we're the same age, and I'd do *anything* to climb out of this dead-end job. I mean, right no...
Original idea: Nick Scipio Continuation: Rogue Alan NOTE: Welcome new reader... I would recommend seeing where Sharon has been before you continue here. There is more story here than in some chapters... Hopefully the naughty bits will be sufficient, and there are enough stepping off points for your imaginations to take over. For those wanting a more graph...
Decades ago when I was still a fairly young man, there was a quiet pub in my corner of London that was popular among gentlemanly American sailors. Not the sort of rowdy drunken loudmouths that gave their country a bad name, mind you, but their more mature brethren who enjoyed a quiet drink and pleasant conversation by the fireside before returning to sea. Ha...