After taking it all in, the views of the city, our leisurely dinner, the wine in our heads, the love shared by looks and touches, we slowly make way back to the streets, where the air is warm, humid, sticky, making our clothes hang to our skin. You dress clinging to your body, creating the perfect outline of your shape. Your curves. I let you walk ahead, jus...
(Author's Note: Part 3 was supposed to finish this series, but several readers contacted me privately with suggestions for a final sequel. Following their useful suggestions, I'm adding this chapter. Thanks for the helpful comments! The first three parts presented a description of the actress appearing on stage playing the role of the naked Goddess of Peace...
This is a fictional account. Merry Christmas All! * Katie woke with a start and bolted up in bed. 'Where the hell am I?' she wondered in a bit of a panic. Bright sunshine streamed in the two windows made frosty looking from the snow and cold outside. It was warm and cozy inside and she was in a soft double bed with a nice thick comforter. She looked at her...
The two people that were present at the Bushey residence on North Street in Colonie, New York had little in common besides the fact that they weren't happy about where they were on that Wednesday morning in late June of 1972. The burly black man who was hard at work doing repairs on the garage didn't mind the work but the weather forecast called for thunder...
A Secret of Witchcraft - A Young Witch Masturbates Her Way Into College by A_Little_Show This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to people or places are coincidental and not intended to reflect reality in any way. This is a prequel to "Another Secret of Witchcraft" but can be read alone. ----- ~ ----- I'm going to tell you the secret of witchcraft....
The car accident had left me in almost a full body cast. My back had been broken with no damage to my spinal cord. The doctor's said there would be no paralysis, though my recovery would be long and arduous. I thought the time in the hospital, held nearly immobile with plaster and splints would be the worst of it though. Along with broken legs and arms, my j...
Miss Marion's house was abuzz with activity. This would be her seventh annual Winter Fete, and every year, she managed to outdo herself. Every room was decked with garlands, bows and bright ornaments. The dining table was glowing with candles and cloth of gold linens. Her servants were running this way and that, preparing food, putting up decorations, and of...
"Is that tattooed bitch awake," the female voice asked. "I'm not sure," Tyler replied. "Well find out," the female voice snapped back. Alex couldn't see in the dark. She knew the tape had fallen off her eyes, but not her mouth. She heard the woman's heels click as they approached her. Suddenly a beam of light appeared and shone upon her face. She could ba...
As I sat in the lumber yard office, my broken arm in a makeshift sling the workers had made for me out of shrink wrap, my cell phone began to ring. The manager fished it from my jacket pocket and handed it to me. It was my boss, Nick. "Jason, I know you're hurt, but is there any way you could drive the truck back to the warehouse?" "Are you crazy?" I yelle...
I had just left the hospital after performing a seven hour pro bono operation on a child that needed heart surgery, tired to the point of exhaustion. As one of the most respected cardiologists in NYC I felt it was my duty to give back to the community so I did one pro bono operation and a dozen pro bono consultations a month. I got in the back of the limo th...