I'd been in love with Sara ever since my best friend started dating her. The fall of our seventh grade year Sara transferred to our school from somewhere in Maine. Even at that age, she was unbelievably gorgeous. With her long blond hair the texture of silk, big hazel eyes and smooth fair skin, she immediately became the object of desire for every male in ou...
At mid-afternoon, Ned waited in the front hall for his mystery transport assignment. He scanned the graduation award plaques decorating the walls, venerating the many exceptional women who had succeeded in being the best in their class each year. There was 'Best Total Woman", "Best Fellatrice" and other celebrated categories. He heard clicking heels coming d...
Dr. Thomas Pincher had everything a man could ever want. Independently wealthy, his family had made millions in the stock market back in the 80s, and it was upon this considerable trust fund that he lived quite comfortably. With no interest in the family business, he had pursued academics as a career as that was truly his passion. His father had the business...
It was moving day. My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the removal company, filled with all our things. I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him. I'd be joining them later. It was the star...
Mavis Beacon sauntered into the senior partner's office, closed the door behind her, and perched her well-toned derriere on the top of his desk. "Good morning, Mr. Cornwall." "Good morning, Ms. Beacon, and how is my office manager this day besides the usual gorgeous and delectable?" "Quite fine, Mr. Cornwall. Thank-you for asking. I think you ought to kno...
Alex de Kok, (c) 2002 Author's Note: Essentially this little tale is a sequel to 'A Date for the Prom'. However, both stories stand independently and are complete in themselves. My sincere and grateful thanks to Quint and Margo for editorial input. To them is due a lot of the credit. Any mistakes remaining are mine. * * * * * "Jim! Jim Bartlett! Wait up!...
© 2000 Stranger Than Fiction Media. All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the explicit written consent of the author.) * * * * * From the moment I met Kim Hudson I just knew there was something about her. We had a Criminal Justice class together and by drawing numbers we ended up working on a project together. The class was large so...
Here is my second story. Thank you to all who gave me feedback on the first story! I hope this one is better. And, please, I love the feedback! ----------------------------------- The freight elevator seemed to be taking forever. Not that Alex was really in that much of a hurry. After all, he wasn't going anywhere for Thanksgiving. Home was too far away an...
Assembling the bomb: Thinking back to my younger years and vacations by the ocean, I can remember the sounds in the middle of the night; the small waves lapping softly at the shore and on occasion, a larger wave would wash up, followed again by the smaller ones. That was how my stomach felt that Friday morning; small waves of nausea interrupted by an occasi...
My name is Abigail and I attend St. Katherine's College for Women. 'St. Kate's believes in equal education for women. That is why we offer college courses, taught by women, for women, to prepare the young adults of today for a brighter tomorrow'...I believe that's how the slogan goes. Most girls stay on for two years and move on to the University, but St. Ka...