She had spent all of her life running, running from her past, running from her future, running from things that would scare her so badly she felt like she could not breathe. One of those things she ran so desperately away from was love. She had seen what it could do in the past, what it did to her family, her friends and occasionally even to herself when she...
I was a science teacher working in Indonesia. She was a Chinese lady who taught at the same school, but in the junior section. So we were colleagues who met daily in the teacher's common room. We also met almost every week at the endless birthday parties that our students used to throw. Parents always insisted that some teachers were invited to these parti...
Dr Jessica Walton floated into the conference room like a fragrance to join Moriarty and the three nurses around the table. A petite woman in her late thirties, she dressed like a senior executive, exuding an air of calm corporate efficiency. "Good morning ladies," she chirped, gliding into her seat. "I thought I should introduce myself before my first ses...
Diane nervously watched the screen as she danced, waiting for her turn. She wasn't sure she really wanted to do this. But it was her birthday, and it was her habit to always give gifts to others on her birthday. Donations to charity, a car to her niece, books and games to the state prison. This would be no different, she told herself. There were needy people...
Warning: This story purposefully takes many liberties with Catholicism. If this offends you please do not read this story. * It was the most ridiculous of spectacles: his sweet pink mouth, plump lips, receding blond hair mixed with new pure-white tilted back, throat open to receive that long, slim phallic-symbol. His white collar and black shirt and pants...
"My name is Sonja, I haven't seen you before?" "I'm Dorothy, no I've just been hired. You?" "In here? Many times, It's the only way you can keep your job with this company and there is a depression out there, so you submit." They were both handcuffed side by side to a bar on a wall, forcing them to bend over displaying their naked rear charms to the room....
PART ONE "H...H..Hi." Sudhir stammered, standing before Priya in front of her house. He bowed down his head slightly and joined his hands, but kept his eyes raised so he could still see her incredibly beautiful face. There was no training oneself for a moment like this. What should one say when they see the Goddess? What is the appropriate greeting? Sudhir...
My name is Steve and I am a time traveller. Sounds like something an obtuse person would say, right? Well, I'm not dim-witted and I am telling the truth. I am a time traveller. I don't travel through time because I necessarily want to, or because I'm searching for something; I travel because I must, because I cannot help it. Believe me, I'd much rather stic...
The multi-faceted land of Perversia contains many strange rituals and beliefs throughout its sprawling continent, but perhaps none are so strange as the marriage ceremony of the village of Tarr. For within the stone walls that protected the inhabitants of Tarr from raids by the beastmen, the ceremony of marriage was one which involved the worship and involve...
Laura and I had talked about self-love before (for some reason we never said the word "masturbate" or "masturbation"). Yet I was still surprised by her request, that cozy winter Friday night before we nodded off in each other's arms in my sparse off-campus college bedroom. We had been an item at university for several months now, and pretty much every Friday...