Author's note: I'm undecided whether to write more of this. Please let me know if you'd like it to continue. ***** They shuffled down the queue. Eventually it was his turn to empty the shopping trolley onto the conveyor, eagerly assisted by his young son. Then he noticed who was attending the till: a tall young black woman. She caught his eye and smiled a...
Heather enjoyed football games. The food, the pageantry, the excitement, the athletes! They were so fit, so strong, and so.. strong... It was as if a cloud of testosterone was unleashed when these games came up, and she really needed support to keep decent usually games. She would get so wet. So when her friend Jane invited her to a party for Big State's f...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is the first story in a new series called Hot Sand. It's an anthology series, each story being completely different from the last, with all new characters. They'll be posted alphabetically, this first one titled Abaco Islands. Each will be a warm weather story, with beaches and other warm weather things. If you're wondering, yes, I started writing them...
After lunch, Teresa Armacost dropped me off at the office. She kissed me good-bye and told me she'd be in touch. I walked into the office and noticed the time. Carla was unaffected that it was almost 2 o'clock. "Hi schweetheart. Did you have lunch?" "Yes. I had a granola bar. Thank you very much." "Want me to run down to the deli and get you something?"...
Sarah moved through the woods along the riverbank, peace seeping into her soul with each step she took. After burying her grandmother just yesterday the wind rustling through the treetops and the sound of rushing water was a balm to her sorrow. Grandma's home was now her home including all the wooded property behind it. Lost in the peace and serenity she so...
Ray walked into the room with an almost sadistic smile on his face and a large brown manila envelope in his hand. He was not a tall man, only about five foot nine inches tall, but he was built sturdily. He was not fat by any means but well built and he worked out five days a week at his companies club to keep himself that way. Ray had auburn hair that he alw...
Sorry about the delay, but I wanted to make this chapter longer so I waited a few more days to post. Enjoy! —Dragon_13 As Cadogan set down the food, Kara inhaled the aroma and a memory came back to her, when her parents were still alive. She was sitting at the table, banging her fork and knife up and down in each hand in excitement. Today was her birthd...
Derick stood in front of his altar, carefully inscribing the last of the designs on the piece of copper foil. He checked his work against the illustration in the book, and smiled when he saw that it was perfect. He took the vial of rose-oil and anointed the charm, reciting the accompanying text, which ended, "Most holy and revered Goddess, Laughter-loving Ap...
Tasha Fontaine watched Henry walk up the driveway to his home. He wore a black duster to keep out the chill Autumn air. Most everything he wore was black. Or blue. Or forest shades. He looked at home both in the city and in the deep forest on the mountains. He was not a stereotype. He spoke politely, with manners and a grace far exceeding his youth. He even...