Harlen and Hyandai walked slowly home, it was early in the day, and they were both careworn and tired from their long nights and suffering. They took comfort in each other's company, and in the beautiful countryside, with its small copses of trees and rolling hills. Shepherds tended their flocks off on those hills, and waved as the couple passed close enough...
There I was, sitting across the desk from the head of our marketing department, the boss’ wife, and I could not concentrate. All I could think about was what I was going to do later that night. “So… what do you think?” she was saying as my mind came back to the discussion at hand. “I’m sorry,” I said, “ my mind wondered and I didn’t get it all, could you s...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skys. 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 I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had my profile figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and website...
Chris Stevens felt his face redden as Lindsay Briar's tongue lashed him. Her face was already an angry crimson as she passionately denigrated Chris and his department. One of the Management Team rules was that its members should not interrupt each other, so he was forced to sit and listen. The rule could be infuriating, but not as infuriating as Lindsay. H...
Chapter 4: New developments -- unresolved issues. Thursday, August 30, 2007 Uncle Mackey's room was an orderly haphazard. While the litter screamed chaos, it had been strewn about systematically. With the exception of the bookshelves at one end of the room, everything was placed within reach of the single swivel chair. One look at the lone window told me...
Authors Note: This is a true story, at least most of it is true. All characters are at least 18 years old at the time of the events. The story captures a women whom is about to take an adventurous, and possibly dangerous, step forward in life while recalling keystone experiences from her youth. Follow along as the girl, Michelle, comes to the self-actualizat...
I took another deep breath, and tried to find a pause. Hearing Ann take a quick breath herself, I rushed my words, hoping she'd hear me. "It's okay, babe. Please...stop crying." Ann had been sobbing almost uncontrollably since she'd confessed, unable to hold in her emotions any longer once she'd told me her secret. It was a déjà vu moment from the phone cal...
John--the typical 18 year old nobody, the oldest kid in the senior class, and therefore the oldest virgin, the guy more afraid of girls than of death itself--was crossing into new territory. He was staking out a girl's house. Or, more accurately, he was stalking, though he couldn't be sure if it could be considered stalking yet if this was his first time do...
"I'm sorry Mr. Ross, she isn't in her office. Can I take a message?" Yeah, you can take a message. Tell the lying bitch to answer her Goddamn cell phone. "No Cynthia. Just tell her that her HUSBAND called and to please call me back when she gets this." "Will do Mr. Ross." This conversation that I just had with my wife's secretary was an exact replica of y...
I woke up early the next day and decided to try to do something special for Mrs. Wilson. Knowing that watering should be done before it got to hot, I went next door and began to water the new plants at the Wilson's at about seven-thirty in the morning. I didn't know if Mrs. Wilson would be awake yet so I tried to be quiet. Her curtains were still closed and...