1 A FATED MEETING The Jaguar pulled up in a jeep. It's too much. Convenience Store Flirt. She bought some rolling papers. Outside, she was smoking with some people talking about scratch tickets. He offers a light and smokes himself. He ask for a drag from the joint. She laughs. They get to talking as often happens. They exchange compliments about their bod...
Chapter 11 - Soul Sisters of Sappho We had been in Barney for two months, I had planted the oats as soon as the pipes were laid for the subsoil watering system and the oats were starting to grow pretty well in the new field. The oats planted in the terraced fields as a safety measure were up and growing much better, probably due to the manure that was spre...
In his comments on my story 'A View from the Bottom' 'Oldmarriedtar' stated that there is no cure for depression, and I tend to agree with him. My personal experience with depression is that there are three avenues open, the first is the chemical approach and this may be necessary to stabilise the condition, but it is not a cure. The second and third can be...
Julie sighed at the feeling of Mark's lips against the side of her neck. Her fingers lazily drifted through his short brown hair as he worked his way up to her ear. The anticipation was surpassed only by the satisfying pinch of his teeth on her earlobe. It drew another hum of approval from Julie. Her fingers tightened, gently pulling on Mark's hair, encourag...
I am a night owl, a creature of nocturnal habits. Nothing out of the ordinary though, it is just that I work as a waitress in a nightclub. I start around nine in the evening and I get back home around six in the morning. Usually I have a light breakfast and then straight to bed. Therefore I mostly live by night. Talking about living, I live in a small th...
Author's note:This is a work of fiction. It's mostly about rimming, which by itself isn't quite enough to call it a fetish, but since the story is so thoroughly centered on this one topic, I'll put it in the fetish category. Additionally, there's a plotline built into the story that's (a) a little unusual, and (b) may or may not be scientifically valid (no...
Monday had been a normal enough day. Tuesday was boringly the same. So, why the hell did Wednesday have to be such a trip to the Twilight Zone? No, alright it wasn't the whole day that was weird, just from about that moment that I went to the copier to run off about thirty pages from the Giger file ... hum, maybe that should have been the clue for me. Gige...
The first time I woke up it was black night, my senses completely out of synch, with absolutely nothing to anchor me in reality. My body felt odd, almost numb, and in my face was a massive wave of hair that, in tickling my nose, had woken me up. The hair smelled like roses. For the life of me I had no clue what was going on, but a wave of trouble was risin...
Morning All This is a burn the bitch and bastards story. Maybe more a toast the bitch and burn the bastards. I know she isn't yet his wife so technically not a "loving wives" story but I think it's the category it fits in best. There is very little sex in this tale of revenge. A big thank you goes to sexnovella for he editing. Hope you enjoy! CharlieB4...
The footage was grainy and pixilated at times, evidence that there had been a high amount of electromagnetic interference in the air, and the segments being shown had been edited together for relevance. Most of it came from the security cameras posted around the building, especially in the hallways and cafeteria, but some came from cell-phones and the storef...