/-- Eine Hommage an 'Rotlicht-Reportage' --/ Julia saß an ihrem Schreibtisch und seufzte. Sie sollte eine Projektarbeit anfertigen, aus dem realen Leben, eine Geschichte, etwas Authentisches. So war das Zauberwort, Authentizität hatte der Dozent mehrmals gesagt. Authentizität sei das, was einen guten Schriftsteller von einem schlechten Schriftsteller untersc...
This is a little different for me. People complain that I do not often feature the confrontation, This story is all confrontation. It is also short. There is no sex in this story, if that's what you want look elsewhere. No bitches get burned so again if that's your bag look elsewhere. The inspiration came from an old rock starwho came out with something simi...
This is a revision to a story I posted on another website under a different alias. * After the amazing night Katrina and I had full of bras, massive breasts, and many loads of cum, her and I would hit it off, sharing many things in common. Katrina would become my girlfriend a week later and things would only get better from there. One random night, while...
Taylor received mixed reactions from her family and friends when she informed them of her plans for the very near future. Her parents were far more accepting than she had anticipated although the fact that Jung-Su was by her side when she told them may have helped. Taylor's mother let her know that they would not have been nearly so comfortable with her plan...
This is the second chapter of "My Fantasy Weekend". You might find it beneficial to read chapter 1 because all these chapters will lead into the next. Unfortunately, the first time I tried to post this chapter it was rejected as being garbled. So, that means chapter 3 and maybe chapter 4 would be posted after this chapter, which is too bad because this cha...
They say that some people see the trees, and other people see the forest. It's a metaphor for how you see life -- some people are detail-oriented and others like to look at the bigger picture. Me? I see neither the forest nor the trees. I see... the wood. Every knothole, every line becomes something in my eyes: this one an armoire, this one a dressing table...
Camilla's next memory vision was one that had occurred eight years before her predicament in the public aquarium. She was twenty-nine at the time, and she and her husband Cameron had been lecturing on English literature in Montreal's McGill University for a year. She still felt guilty about the encounter she'd had with the 'masseur', and hadn't found out he...
It's afternoon in the loft. The winter light that slants through the tall windows does look identifiable as Chrismas Day. Jenni doesn't know how that could be or why it makes her feel melancholy. Maybe it's that it means all the hype leading up to the holiday that makes everyone crazy (even heathens) ends with a crash. Maybe it's that, even with her loving f...
This is for my wife's best friend whom I've loved for over 10 years now. The text came through as I was peeling potatoes. I knew it was you by your special tone I had assigned. I finished the last two spuds, dried my hands and grabbed for the phone, curious as to what you may want. "Apparently you've wanted me for a long time! Be at my place by 2:55 or you...
***This is part two of the Clarissa and Owen series. Part one is in my profile and I suggest to read the first part before reading this part. Story: young couple Clarissa and Owen's holiday in Bali after their high school graduation. Clarissa chose to be barefoot the whole journey for Owen.*** As the plane touched down at the local airport, Clarissa and Owe...