Note: "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 is obviously not my song. In many ways, it is my song, as it seems to be the anthem for lonely young women out there, but I do not own the rights to it. Since I won't be profiting in any way from this short story of the same title or quoting the lyrics, please don't sue me...And yes, some of the lyrics are missing. Eric...
I fidgeted like a first-time wheelman during an armed robbery, waiting for my boy to come out of the Pump-N-Pay. Not that my anxiety was anything out of the ordinary. I've been on edge for most of the week, cramming for midterms. Hell, I've been on edge for most of my life. My refilled script for Xanax, set in my front pocket pressed against my thigh, each...
I started a T-shirt printing company when I was in college. Nothing fancy. Just handmade silk screens, a couple of wooden frames with card board backing and a squeegee. It was more for lack of something better to do and it kept me in pocket change. People liked the designs, the T-shirts sold, and the business kept growing. I asked a couple of friends to work...
The Dinner Party at Jing's Elaine and I had been married for three years and in the last 6 months we had experimented with a variety of things to keep our sex life fresh and interesting. Some mild bondage in which I'd tie her spread-eagled to the bed or tie her wrist to a chair and buckle her ankles into a spreader bar and ram her from behind. Elaine also e...
The New England region had finally escaped the harsh clutches of winter. The days were getting warmer and the sea grass was starting to reach for the heavens. The green and harvest gold willowy stalks danced on the soft sea breeze. The mummer cries of the gulls brought serenity and peace. The billowy clouds stood boldly in the rich deep blue skies. The famil...
My name is Mona Mahmoud and I'm a young woman of Palestinian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study Political Science. At five-foot-three and 110 pounds, a dark-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed Middle-Eastern gal like me doesn't strike anyone as scary. Until I get riled up because someone insults my Musl...
At the sound of Oingo Boingo's 'Dead Man's Party', Leer raised his eyes to give Warren a look. Warren mustered a vaguely sympathetic expression. "She seems to be coping well this morning." Leer grunted and sipped at his coffee. The kitchen and den in reality being the fore and aft halves of one overlarge room separated only by the impression given by a...
Author's Note: As always, any feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is much appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear * "LIVES WELL-LIVED" The house lights in the hotel conference center dimmed. A spotlight flitted across the stage, resting finally on the solitary figure at the podium. Her sequined black dres...
"Not interested, dude, you see, I find your lack of masculinity disturbing," Mansur "Manny" Osman said, smiling. The dejected look on the other man's face was quite simply sweet nectar to him. Mansur looked at the tall, skinny, soft-spoken and somewhat effeminate guy in the too-tight clothes and shook his head. As usual, Mansur was a magnet for everything he...
Her name was Alice, and she was smoking hot - and she knew it. At eighteen, she was at the top of her game when it came to drawing the attention of members of the opposite sex. She had a fit five-eight body that she emphasized by wearing her favorite short shorts that displayed her extremely long shapely legs and stopped barely below the curve of her really...