As I write these memoirs, my deeply tanned legs are stretched out before me on a lounge chair on my lanai. My pink toenails provide a nice contrast to the aquamarine sea visible in the distance, framed by swaying palm trees on golden sands. I brush a strand of hair from my forehead, and tug my sundress a few inches towards my knees. Looking back, it's hard...
"How is anyone supposed to freaking sleep around here!" Greg Palmer covered his ears trying in vain to reduce the noise of his neighbors stereo. It was a typical Friday night at Ashmore Hall, one of seven dormitory buildings at Crayton University. Greg had come here on a Science/Engineering scholarship seven months prior and was in the second semester of h...
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...
Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings with a beautiful elven woman cuddling up against me was a novel experience, to say the least. Luckily, I never suffered from that cliche 'waking up without remembering' thing, so after a moment to examine Rhaliyah's sleeping form, I closed my eyes again and started to think. Unless I was having a psychotic break or an ex...
"So this is Whorton-Dickster." Piper Cherry, formerly Liberty, arrived at Nashville's academic center quite a few minutes earlier than her scheduled interview with Principal Carl Manley. She wanted to see what she was getting into first hand, this being her first real job outside of being an Atlanta Falcon's cheerleader, as well as being married to their on...
THE MIDDLE—CRIME AND PUNISHMENT It was somewhere around two o'clock in the morning and with the exception of just a few faint lights in the corridors, it was pretty dark. I could see silhouettes and shadows of what little there was to see in my ten by ten cell. With my arms folded behind my head, I was deep in thought rather than sleeping like I knew I shou...
My mobile phone buzzed once on the counter of my bathroom and the rectangular outer screen lit up. I heard it as I stepped from the shower and despite the steamed up screen, I could see that I had a new text. It brought a shiver of apprehension. I suspected who it was from. And it made me wet. I ignored the irresistible temptation to look and threw open...
Cheryl's Lament The following is a spin-off from "Justice Ch. 03: Lawyers, Guns & Money," and is presented here after a number of readers said they would like to see it. To fully understand the context of this story, I suggest you first read "Justice Ch. 03" if you haven't already done so. This is not my usual fare. As regular readers know, cheat...
This story ended up being much longer than I had originally anticipated, so I decided to break it up into two parts. To understand the full context, I suggest you first read Part 1. Constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. As always, rememb...
I first and absolutely foremost want to thank and dedicate this story and the following stories in this series to someone who I can only call my muse. She supports and encourages me. When I need it, she critiques and corrects me. She is a real godsend and she is a friend. Thank you Catheath, these stories are for you. Next...these stories are total fiction....