Sketches in the Night I The Cop He left Homicide a little after midnight, turned east on 51st and headed towards the lake, for his apartment off South University. He rubbed his eyes, tried to wipe away the burn that had come with working thirty hours straight, then he yawned, pinched away a lacrimal tear as he pulled up to the red light at Cottage Grove. H...
"If anyone knows the answer to this I'll take my clothes off right now!" "That's a big call Eden, Louis is pretty well read." "I don't think he's that well read. I've never seen it on his bookshelves. There's probably a hundred books called "The Pearl". I give up anyway, we'll never get that last piece of the pie." Louis hadn't said anything at this point...
Author's note: I've been overwhelmed by the welcoming posts this story has received so far. Just glad I've been able to write something that has been good for some of you. I hope this will meet your approval too. Sorry for the delay in getting Ch 3 up. I've been very busy getting started on a new University course, so I've been a bit distracted. There is ho...
While pouring coffee in the break room one morning, I got my first look at her. Being a male science teacher in the middle school, I was a little outnumbered by the other, mostly female, teachers. Several of them had interviewed Miss Northrop for the English teacher position opened months earlier. Since then, there was a non-stop flood of negative gossip abo...
All characters of the story are 18+, any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. === It was sunny Friday morning and despite of the chilly February wind Sam was in a pretty good mood. Friday was a good day. It meant that weekend was just around the corner and the weekend meant videogames, laziness, and, most important, another chance to get int...
Warning: This story contains self-hatred and self-destructive behaviour, watersports, anal, cuckqueaning, lesbianism, submissiveness and monetary slavery. If you find any of these not to your taste, please turn back. Otherwise enjoy. ***** I loved my husband so much. I would have done anything for him, forgiven him anything, except infidelity, or so I thou...
(Abigail) If I had known there'd be eight inches of hot lawyer inside of me before the end of the week, I'd have asked to take Monday off. Instead of making that call, I'm about to walk into a law firm. But first, some context explaining why I'm buried six-feet under a mountain of crap. Gender equality is a fantasy, just like karma. There I am, two weeks a...
When I started writing this I really didn't think one of my biggest concerns was going to be which category I put it in. As you can see I'm moving it to 'Romance' I don't think its suited to 'NonConsent/Reluctance' after all. Also, I'm sure you'll be pleased to find there's actually some sex in this chapter! ***** As she opened her eyes Rebecca quickly re...
My editor knows who she is. Thank you. ~~~~~ Fading autumn sunset caught the trees as I left the bus. Waited to cross the road, thinking about the last night I'd been with him. Her husband, and my closest friend, Allan. He'd died a few days later, a heart attack in his grim bedsit, during one of their periodic separations. I strode across the park, my h...
Carol and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary earlier this year with a small get together at our house for family and friends. The whole gang was there. Our two boys, Jake and Harry; Carol's sisters Jean and Claire and their husbands and kids; my brother Tom and his wife Elaine and her barren womb; our either side neighbours, Eric and Suzanne and...