"We can meet at the White Horse Inn, about 9 o'clock?" it said in your text. "It will be busy there tonight because there's a really good band performing. I'll wait for you at the bar. I'll have a red flower in my hair." As I leave my car in a crowded car park and walk to the entrance to the Inn. I am worried. Although we have been talking online, texting,...
I'm standing in my own forge. The timbers are still new and the smell of pitch and thatch is strong in the place. Soon it will be replaced by the acrid scent of smoke and the bitter tang of metal. The day has been long. My arms are burning with exhaustion. The current batch of weapons I'm making is nearing completion. The last sword is in my hands now. The f...
To those of you who haven't recognised the 2 sitting next to 'chapter' below, you will not have a clue what is happening if you read on. Maybe it's the best way to read a story like this but there is a 'Ch. 1'. Chapter 2 The bluff is called The money was on the table and my bluff had been called. I almost stuttered, 'You bastard Gordon, you've lied to me...
My name is fightdafear and that is how I live my life fighting the fear. The fear of pain, the fear of getting hurt, and the fear of being caught. I was at a local rave and I am about six feet tall, short silver spike hair (yes died) and green eyes. I am wearing black jeans and a fire silk shirt. Moreover, the DJ was off the hook. Then I notice a red head...
Part II: The Save "Well, I did it Coach," Kevin announced proudly the next morning, poking his head into the coach's office. "Did what?" he asked grumpily. He slurped down the last of his cup of coffee and lit up a cigarette. "I beat my neighbor...that girl," he explained eagerly, trying to refresh the Coach's memory. "Oh, yeah, right," Coach replied. "...
I've never been to a club, but I like to imagine that my school dances are a good place to go off as well as what I've seen on the television and in films. Hot, sweaty, loud. Bodies moving in tandem to the heavy beat of music. That's where this fantasy takes place-- in a club, dancing the night away. I'm wearing this skirt that isn't exactly trashy, but it...
SATURDAY Tommy had gotten up to put more clothes on before his roommate arrived. He was still dressed in just his boxers. In his bedroom, he thought about everything that happened today. Considering how he ran into Alicia, it amazed him that she was still here. Earlier today he ran into her at the gas station and black mailed her into having sex with him -...
The Whole Story: Ch. 09 As they re-entered the disco, the throbbing beat and loud music assaulted them. They returned to their table and ordered another round of drinks. Vicky snuggled under Dave's strong arm that surrounded her soft shoulders. They kissed and relaxed in the afterglow of their release. The scene before them had not diminished in its sexual...
The girl walked alone into the crowded nightclub. She was young, perhaps only twenty years old. Her eyes were old, and she gazed around the bar with an unreadable expression. She was attractive, by anyone's standards, slight and lithe in her short black dress, which clung tantalizingly to her body, enhancing what it touched. Men smiled hopefully in her direc...
Black men the world over got this nasty habit of walking around like they own the place. Act like they're the toughest guys. Swagger like they've got the biggest dicks. And I both love and hate them for it. My name is Jeannette Saint-Mathieu. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien, in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. I've been living in the...