Did you ever wonder about those extra buttons that come with suits and sport coats? You know the ones in a little plastic bag in the inside pocket? I mean what's that all about? Does the tailor think we can't find a small black plastic replacement button costing one penny when we need one? I mean you all have a special drawer in your armoire with all these s...
This is my first time so be gentle. I'm very fortunate to have a benefit that a lot of first time writers don't and I appreciate it more than anyone will ever know. I had one of the best editors on this site or any other edit my story and transform it from gibberish to literate. So thanks very much to Mikothebaby for taking her time away from real writers to...
Sir and i are in a fairly new relationship and are both learning what it means to be in a D/s relationship. We are also in a relationship as fellow writers, where we serve as editor, advisor, beta reader and/or cheerleader for each other. We relate on a more equal footing when we relate as writers. However, Sir is always Sir and must be obeyed. For instance,...
Nadia and Sebastian had been lovers for five years. They lived in a small apartment in Montparnasse with a phonograph, a library, and no children. The couple lived symbiotically, on a routine that never grew boring, simply because of how idyllic and peaceful it was. Sebastian worked at home and made his living as a writer and freelance journalist, while Nadi...
Sylvie didn't know what was more stupid; being ridiculously in love with your best friend for the past eight years, or the best friend never noticing. There she was, watching her Jace bent over his beat up sketch book as his 'doodled'. His strong hands making effortless strokes with the graphite as another masterpiece quickly came to life on the paper. It w...
Just another in the long list of diversions which keep me from finishing things I have promised. This time around, my sarcastic nature got the best of me, and I decided to take a look into the world of the characters in the stories some of us like to read and write. What do they do when stories aren't being written? No sex, not really erotic, and meant to b...
The lonesome writer got out of bed. Tired. Restless. Her sex drive screaming. The laptop still on the sidetable. They both were in a terrible drought. Months had passed since she last produced a text. She began to understand that she would not get any proper sleep before she had written something of substance. Then, she felt someone's breath in her ear....
I recognized him as soon as I walked into the office, but tried to keep my cool. Jim Johnson was my idol, my favorite sports writer, and now here I was, recent journalism grad, starting my first day of work at the same paper where he'd spent his career! It was October, I had just graduated from Big State in June, and still had goosebumps from the phone call...
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Nathaniel Winthrop sat at his computer reading the most recent entries from the on-line Halloween contest. 'Not bad,' he thought to himself as he finished the last story. There isn't a whole lot I could say negative about the story itself, or the way it was written. I guess I have to fall back on attacking the author. He opened the comment window and began...