"That was good!" he said, stacking his dishes and silverware. "Thanks," I managed to say. "I mean, the fish was really light, didn't you think?" "Yes." "And I really liked the vegetables, what did you season them with." "Usual stuff." He picked up the dishes and stood stacking them in the sink for a moment. A firecracker went off down the street; then...
The following is a sequel to StangStar06's inspiring BTB story for Thanksgiving 2013 Airbag Thanksgiving. It was for me in equal measures dramatic and horrific. And thanks to the devilish suggestion from a fellow author, DFWBeast, I decided to do a gothic horror twist for the sequel. My inspiration for the twist here includes: Edgar Allan Poe's Eleonora, Lig...
I was running a bit late after I'd overslept my alarm clock, my shift at Missy Bee's and the hard riding I got from Leroy must have tired me out more than I thought. I managed to get into work just on time, once there I rang Sarah. "Oh hi Johnny, sorry I mean Tina, wow it's early," Sarah lazily answered. "Hi Sarah, is Marci OK? I can pick her up this eveni...
It's been a lot of fun writing stories here, and I wanted to say thank you to everyone who's written to me and/or commented on my work. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for being gone for so long, but if you like what I write; it takes me more time these days, what with my second book getting ready to come out soon, but again, thank you all. Oh,...
Chapter 1 "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" There was a long pause of silence as Bob contemplated his options and possible responses; he wasn't a particularly rash person given to impulsive responses. Of course, the people sitting at the table in front of him were also not particularly focused on what he had been...
1.A STOLEN, FORBIDDEN MOMENT. He was asleep, and I was quiet. I felt rather than planned my actions. Quietly I removed my trousers and unbuttoned my shirt. My basque clad upper body now showed down to my stocking clad legs. I padded into the bathroom swishing my legs against each other and relishing the tingling sparks of colliding nylon energy. Dab of foun...
Dianne and I sat in stunned silence, trying to comprehend the last words our beautiful 1/2 sister had uttered. "I beg your pardon?" I finally managed to croak. Dianne nodded her head in dumb silence. "What I said was, I want to have your baby, Tall Cool," Camille stated. "We heard what you said," Dianne interjected, "would you please explain to us why you...
My Daniel walked through my front door, his new little whore right behind him. This was fun, though, because this was exactly what I had expected him to do, to bring his little fuck toy as a show of possession and separation, possession of her and separation from me. My name is Megan Holly. I'm a twenty-four-year-old white woman of German and French descent...
Notes from the author: Hi everyone! Ever since I wrote Life is a Runway - which had a WWII element in its plot - I have been itching to craft a WWII war bride story (with a happy ending, of course: I simply refuse to write anything that is not corny). This obviously implied some serious research on my part and major adjustments to the mores of my usual prota...
My alarm went off just before sunrise like it had for the last few years blaring loudly into my ear before I mashed the snooze button down returning to sleep for a few seconds before the next alarm sounded from my phone. I accidentally swiped it off the mattress onto the hardwood floor of my bedroom reaching for it, but the bottle of hooch remained upright o...