Long Days, Long Nights It’s been over a year and a half since I submitted anything and I still can’t believe how many responses I still get. Hate to have kept ya’ll in suspense, but things for yours truly have been hectic. However, that does not mean that it has been lonely. Since I last wrote, I’ve completed my first degree and have begun working on my s...
Cindy, a precocious eighteen year old in her twelfth grade at high school, smiled sweetly at her mother and assured her that she would not stay out late. Clare, her best friend, also had school in the morning, so they would not leave it too late leaving the city centre. They would watch the movie, grab a McDonald's and catch the bus home before the riff-raff...
She stood at her back door, looking across the slight roll of the hills that made up her neighborhood. Or development, whatever they where called nowadays. That was the problem, he had claimed last night, that they where changing what everything was called, and fucking it up in the process. What a interesting choice of words, considering what they had been d...
Logan Chadwick was what lots of girls would find attractive, me being no exception. He was 6'2 and 215 lbs (according to the Crystal Bend Gargoyle's Football Roster). He had dirty blond hair and emerald green eyes. He was attractive, no doubt, but there were things about him that I hated. I loathed the way he walked the halls, acting as if he owned the schoo...
During high school I didn't have much luck with women. Aside from a few minor relationships, I always seemed to get stuck with being their sensitive friend. I would listen as they complained about their boyfriends but never had the nerve to make a move. It's not like I'm an unattractive guy. Tall, wavy dark hair, good build. I guess I just should have been m...
Sitting at the desk, you're wearing only a robe. Red wine has been open and under consumption for the last hour, and the half-presence of the bottle attests to your condition. You ass is clean and filled with a plug. "If he's gonna be late, I might as well find some way to pass the time," you say to yourself. You favorite pastime in these circumstances is...
Justine Thorsendottir was in Munich for Oktoberfest '74. The genetically gifted buxom blonde superwoman from Southern California with sexual power on par with a W53 nuclear warhead drank beer, and sang along with equally sloshed partiers. She wore a pretty brau-haus outfit tailor made for her exquisite body. Her ensemble was a red and black dirndl, off white...
It was 440 in the afternoon and Drew and I watched impatiently, waiting for my mum to bring her new "husband" for the week, Sheikh Tabash to the bedroom. As I'm sure you've read from earlier chapters, my dad had given my mum as a temporary wife to the Sheikh while he was in Singapore to secure a massive business deal and now, my mum was paying for that deal....
All I can remember is that the cold November night was dark, foggy and rainy. I was driving as slow as possible not being able to see well through the fog. Suddenly I saw darkness and my car stops giving me no hope of turning on again. I hit the steering wheel and curse loudly. It had been such a long hard day at work and I was tired and ready to come home....
(Author's Note: In the story this is placed between Chapters 5 and 6. I forgot to upload it here between them.) *** It was late last year when they'd met. Sydney at the time was in a group called W.A.R. (Women Against Racism), a collective of feminist anti-racist activists from varying shades of political positions. She and several other women had assemble...