Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * Think about the supposition that all women are whores. If I'm a whore and if all women are whores, then all men are whoremongers Imagine the ramifications of believing that all women a...
Hello there! I come bearing gifts (finally), after some computer issues forced me to reformat and I accidentally nuked my backups too. . . So I had to re-write the ending from scratch, delaying it severely. But on the plus side, I have the interludes ready to go so you can expect those to line up with the rest of the month and the entire volume to be relea...
Monday June 30th 2012 Well now I know I am really on holiday. Not just because I have finished work and no longer have to fight the Barcelona traffic every day or because I have moved out of the city to my little village for August, no they would be the normal signs, but also because good things always happen when I am on holiday. I finished on Friday, pa...
Chapter 2 Her Blissful state of mind vanished the next day as she left her apartment, walked down three flights of stairs (the elevator was still out of order), and hailed a cab. It was Monday, and she hated her job. She didn't have much choice in the matter, though. Occupations were assigned once someone graduated from Conformitory School, based on various...
Every guy needs a hobby. Ever since high school, my favorite way to spend my spare time and spare money was photography. I was a shy kid, so I never asked anyone I knew to pose for me. For that matter, I never took any classes either, so the opportunities to shoot people were few and far between. From the beginning, I had aspirations of making a living shoo...
I'm thinking one, maybe two, more chapters in this story, although I intend to leave it open ended in case I'm moved by a later inspiration. In actuality my high school was not quite like this, although there was a teacher and a student-teacher who were. As always, all story characters involved in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older. * * * *...
"I better wash my face before I come in and eat supper," Steve said as they exited the bedroom. Amy laughed at this, and replied, "I guess so. I'll find your bowls and silverware and dish us out some stew." He went into the bathroom, washed his face and hands, dried off, then went into the kitchen. Amy had washed her hands at the sink, and had just finishe...
Louise Yancy stood up and stretched, it had been another very long night for her. Since her father Victor Yancy died unexpectedly three years ago, she had taken over the care of her mother. It wouldn't have been so bad if her siblings who lived locally would have contributed to her care but they didn't. The only time she heard from them was when they needed...
With my heartfelt thanks to Tory_del_Ricoh, for reminding me to be true to myself... * I awoke with a start, uncomfortably warm, the bedclothes stifling, wrapped far too tightly around me. Judging by the darkness, it was still very early. In fact, somehow the room appeared a little too dark. Puzzled, I lifted my head and shoulders from the bed to look towa...
"Well?" I demanded, my initial horror turning to anger as he continued to gaze back at me in silence, his eyes sweeping the length of my body as if he was drinking in the very sight of me. "Daniel?" The sharpness of my tone seemed to bring him to his senses. "Becca, I'm sorry." He looked and sounded uncharacteristically ill at ease. "I know that I'm the las...