I sat in the rear of the van as it traveled through what seemed like miles of forest. It had been a long trip and I was not anxious to arrive at my destination. I was being sent to camp for the summer, the result of a less then satisfying grade point average in my first year at college coupled with being in the wrong place at the wrong time kind of thing. Th...
I opened the door to the first of my guests - Michael Cisse and Amanda. Michael was in his late thirties, Nigerian by birth, but has been living in the UK for many years. He ran a successful import/export business, importing Nigerian agricultural product into the UK and exporting British furniture and luxury goods to Nigeria, for the country's growing rich c...
Senior Year: Lily, Carol, and Bob have an interesting modus vivendi: Lily and Carol share an apartment, and Carol and Bob share Lily. Carol had met Lily at college, where they had been roommates during their senior year. By all appearances, Lily was a typical American co-ed of Asian extraction. With her bright smile and demure bearing, she won many friends...
Call me a spoil sport, but after I'd turned twelve I never cared much for Halloween. I'd had my share of dressing up in those ridiculous costumes and performing trick or treat stunts, so when Kyle asked if I'd like to come to his Halloween bash, I automatically said no. That's not to say that I didn't feel honored at having been invited. Kyle and his best pa...
Preface: It is not imperative, but helpful that one reads Chapters 1-6 to help grasp the personalities of characters in this story. The next few chapters will still be listed as "My First Time Out"; however the name of the entire book of chapters is now "WHITE LIPSTICK". Credits and special thanks go out to Andrea for sharing her ideas and thoughts. WARNI...
The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out all right. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websit...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters. If I don't hear from you, I don't know if I should continue my story. Also, your vote tells me how I'm doing. Enjoy, Dani...
After a long week's work, John was glad that the weekend was here and he could relax a little. The weather, as usual, was hot and humid and John did not really have any plans for the day except to laze around at home. But then he remembered that some of the everyday stuff, like shampoo, face wash and the likes were running out at home and he needed to go get...
I never really knew what would come from that day. I worked as a self-employed sports masseuse and had decided to go to my local coffee shop for dinner instead of eating in as usual. What a decision that turned out to be. I ordered a coffee and a sandwich, then sat down by the window and stared out at the passers-by listening to the radio. They had some smoo...