I pushed myself away from my desk in frustrated boredom. I am sick of this job and the people I have to work with. Almost all of them are lazy and work harder to get out of their assigned work than they would if they actually did it. The first fifteen years I had worked here I did my work then went around and took work off other's desks to help, to be a team...
All through school and even before, Don Brown and Tammy (Tamara) Stone had been a pair. From the first day of school when their mother's had put them on the bus together they had sat with each other, played with each other and, later, learned about the opposite sex with each other. Unfortunately, Don had a dream—a dream that not even the love of Tammy or the...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and greatly appreciated. Email comments to [email protected]. Thank you for...
"Where've you been?" Mike asked as Jen walked in. He looked anxious and hurt. "You said you'd follow. It's been over an hour." "I'm sorry baby. We needed to talk about the fight," Jen said, tenderly stroking her husband's cheek. She looked passed Mike's shoulder. "Anna's asleep?" "Yeah but I need to tell you something," Mike said. "What?" Jen said. As she...
"Somebody needs to know the time glad that I'm here, Watching the skirts you start to flirt, now you're in gear, Go to a show you hope she goes, I've got nothing to say but it's O.K., Good morning good morning, good morning good morning." "So? Are we ready to tackle Dinosaur National Monument this morning?" "If you really want to go there, yes. But, to be...
Introduction of sorts: It always surprises me when a classic fairy tale is remade--each time there are claims of it being something new but each time I am disappointed as it follows the same script: damsel in distress is saved by a handsome man. These cliche stories have been stripped of their darkness and what we now watch as the animated classics pale in...
As i write this update: i do not have time to separate the lines. It is to the end of the novel. So if you want to power through it, go right ahead. I just didn't want to leave the ones that wanted it hanging. I am also giving permission to you guys, my readers, if you want to, to finish Anna's story or start on the other 3 which are being introduced in this...
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 years or older to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not at least 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first ame...
A subtle wooden tap resounded throughout the small bedroom. It was late afternoon. The bed was unkempt, clothes of the day in a small heap at its foot. Jessica sat in her undergarments at her desk, thinking. Tap tap tap The pencil kept softly striking wood of the Ikea-bought desktop. Jessica was plotting. Her black hair cascaded carelessly behind her...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 9: Christina. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: Seriously, I've done eight of these things already. Do I really need to list trigger warnings in these things anymore? If so, go back to any one of my previous parts and read them and decide if this is a story you want to read or not. In case anyone is wondering; I am taking...