The air was cold, but it felt invigorating after spending twelve thankless hours in a stuffy office cubicle, a rainy mist hitting my face as I exited the revolving doors to the main street. The city was lit up, as it had been dark for several hours. I had been asked to stay late to organize several accounts that a former co-worker intentionally sabotaged jus...
Paul glanced at his watch again. One thirty. They had already overrun their schedule by thirty minutes, and the crowd had, if anything, gotten even bigger. Thankfully the store owner was only too happy to things to drag on; the old goat probably wouldn't see this kind of footfall for the rest of the month combined. Ten more minutes, maybe. Things were going...
Kat finished reapplying her lipstick -- Urban Decay Slowburn -, tossed it into her purse, and stood back from the mirror to get a good look. She liked what she saw -- in her jeans (not too tight), a dark-pink scoop-neck top, and a black velvet jacket, she looked both casual and pretty fucking cute if she did say so herself. The kind of get-up that would get...
"Peter! Get the hell in here!" Peter Johnson looked up from his cubicle. "Aw, I wonder what the dragon lady wants now," he said as he walked past his cubicle neighbor's desk. "From the tone of her voice, I'm guessing she wants your balls on the end of a sharp stick," his neighbor, Roger, joked. Peter threw him an annoyed look. "Very funny. If I'm not back...
________ 4 ________ With the red dawning sun came another day and the incessant clicking and buzzing sounds of slowly awakening insects as they began to stir. Mist could now be seen slowly rising from the cliffs as the sun's golden rays chased away the last of the night's fleeting darkness. With the sun, came increasing light and the sustaining warmth for a...
A lone snowflake fell from the December Vermont sky. In just two weeks time, Santa would be making his rounds to little boys and girls everywhere. If the fable were true, Daisy and Felicia (the Johnson girls,) as they were known, would be getting coal in their stockings this year. Their mother Beth had seemingly had enough of her daughters’ floundering ways...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 y...
The next morning when I opened my eyes I saw Mercy was just stirring. I got an idea in my head and reached over to stroke her. "That feels really nice," she said, "but we should save our stamina for tonight. Besides, you don't need any more practice. That was perfect." "It was," I smiled. I had trouble concentrating at work. All kinds of thoughts and scen...
Lawrence Richards was in a bad mood. He was a fine art photographer who specialised in landscape and architecture, but like most artists, he was struggling to make ends meet. Now, he had had to resort to wedding photography to pay the bills and he hated it. Shooting weddings reminded him of crucifixion except that it was slower and more painful, and to add i...
"Thanks for your help. Eric never showed me how to get the pilot light back on, and I didn't expect it to get so chilly this early in the fall." Ellie spoke to Cole's back as he squeezed into the furnace closet. She was huddled in a sweater and a down jacket in the basement. "Glad to help. Eric's out of town?" his muffled voice called back. "He'll be back...