Nate hastily closed the French doors behind him as he escaped into the relative safety of the hallway with his prize safely in hand. Today had been one hell of a day and he hadn't had a proper meal between the madness at the office and making sure Michael was kept contained, the poor bastard. He felt a faint unease at leaving that poor defenseless girl in th...
Fingers. Thighs. A soothing music played through the warm chamber. For the moment, the frigate was twenty-six hours from its next port of call. Nothing had to be filed, cross-checked, remembered or memorized. The crew was on the bridge in Central Dogma, the central mass of the ship, while the girl lay, soft and warm, away from the cares of her profession, i...
Reverend Barnes took his place on the podium with the other ministers, and his family sat in their usual pew on the right of the altar. Cilla had always loved going to church, and the music had always soothed the place inside her that remained scared and lonely, no matter how happy she appeared to be. Today, as she listened to the choir sing, and as she join...
Until about eight months after my eighteenth birthday I considered myself a pretty normal woman. I hoped that I was a little prettier, kinder, and slimmer than average, and much more athletic, but those aren't for me to judge. I was fairly comfortable in my own skin and had normal social interactions both with other females and males about my age. There was...
I must've stared at that mirror for a good ten minutes before someone began knocking on the door, wondering what was taking so long. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was very off. I left the bathroom, ignoring the guy who was glaring at me as he rushed past, desperate to use the bathroom now that he'd waited so long. I sat back down at my tab...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
Author's note: This is a flash, BTB story. Hope you enjoy. ***** "Cindy? It's me, Scar. I've got pictures I'm dying to show you. Can I come over?" "Pictures? Pictures of what?" "Last week, silly. They're really hot. Don't you want to see them?" I was stunned that my ex-best friend would want to show me pictures of her and my husband having sex last week...
My thanks to NaughtyAngel1369 for al her help with this story. The story is set in the 1960s when things were a lot different. It reads a lot better following her assistance. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1 - A Working Man's Tale My given name is Charles or Charlie Givens, but due to circumstances I have been nicknamed Gimpy for so many years now that I re...
Author's note - This is a work of fiction. The characters are of my own invention and I created them all above the legal age of consent. Also, no animals were harmed during the writing of this story. *** Allen squinted at the labels on the plastic prescription bottles. Pathetic, he thought. Not a lethal dose of anything in the stubby amber containers. Ther...
Emily had known that sleeping with Juliette would be a mistake, but she had no idea how big it was until the next day. If Juliette was cold before she was now at Arctic levels, barely even looking at Emily, let alone talking to her. And when she absolutely had to talk to her, it was nothing nice. Normally a whine or complaint about her current circumstances...