My name is James Bowman but all of my friends call me JB. I'm a graduate student at a large University in the Midwest, currently working on my doctoral dissertation. I have always been the studious type, garnering awards and citations for my studies. I was my high school's valedictorian and earned my Bachelor of Science summa cum laude. Once I earn my PhD I...
Well it was like a weekend worrier's camp for shape shifters (looking back now is how I see it), but I jumped into it not knowing what it was. I came in on the middle of it, like in most dreams people have it's all jumbled and it doesn't always start at the beginning. However I can't really call this a dream and also I could piece everything together beautif...
They just left, sending messages on their phones to the rest of them with excuses. In the cab, Debbie and Ben were full of many thanks for their friends ending the night early so they could go and fuck, but the truth was, Penny and Josh probably had more of a desire to get back to their rooms to fuck the shit out of each other than their friends did. Withi...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Betsy worked in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on lunch. Dan would arrive in about ten minutes. With the spaghetti sauce on a low simmer, she moved to the bathroom to touch up her make up. Applying a little eye shadow, she reviewed the events that led to her current situation. Betsy and Dan married the summer after graduating high school. About...
Chapter One The Beginning As we drove along the narrow mountain road, a question began to come in my mind as to how good an idea this really was. I had received recommendations about this resort from close friends, who had told me, in hushed whispers, how awe inspiring it was. The price tag seemed to bear out their stories, but now, following this narrow p...
Part I - The Beach My wife, Sandra, was attending a Real Estate seminar and I had been alone since the previous afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself, because it was my birthday and I was all alone in the big old house. I was wondering how to pass time on this long, lonely Sunday when our friend Erica phoned and invited me to the beach. Sandra and Erica...
It had been a long business trip. And it had been a boring business trip. There's only so much to do when you've got to spend a week in a hotel in the back end of the Midwest at a legal conference with very few women of sexual merit in attendance. This was my first free evening and I was looking for a little release. The Holiday Inn where I was staying ha...
Note- This in no way is based on reality. I do not know any of the persons in this tall tale. It's all fiction. x London, December 2019. When I saw my words printed in the press informing the public I had coined a new term for being single I was at first horrified and then proud. I had described myself on approaching my thirtieth birthday as 'self partne...
(This is a piece of fiction, and not to be taken seriously and is simply a piece of fantasy. Take it for what it is, and enjoy.) It was a Sunday afternoon, and best friends Michael and Marcus were playing video games, and smoking Weed in Marcus's bedroom. Marcus lived with his mother Cedella, on the same council estate as Jamie and his family. They had know...