Elizabeth woke up slowly. Keeping her eyes closed, she indulged in her laziness...slowly stretching her sleep-stiffened limbs. It was the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee that finally tempted her from the bed. She arose, running her fingers through her long blond hair and wrapping herself in the short robe that matched her small nightgown. The purple silk c...
The Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I'd had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first...
The day I slept late that July was unforgettable. I had just graduated high school and was gently preparing to go off to college, but mainly that summer I was relaxing – sleeping late and not having many plans. My sister was travelling somewhere in Europe and my parents were both working long days, probably thinking about my college expenses. We also had a...
I went through college and then went straight on and got a master's degree and my teaching credential. But when I actually taught, I discovered I hated the little bastards. I'm just absolutely no good at discipline. I just want everyone to be nice and behave and, of course, that isn't the way the world goes. So, faced with needing a new career, I tried sales...
Coated in powder blue, the richly carved door was impossible to jimmy, a formidable adversary to the most persistent hotel dick. It shut with a satisfying snick and we plummeted into our Never Never Land of lust and crazed obsession. Not for the first time, we were together not merely as lovers but as sexual soul mates. This time in Emerald City, my adopted...
This is my first story, so bear with me. Some of these events are based on true events. Of course, there is a little embellishment. All names have been changed, for sanity's sake. • * Sharon was hot and sweaty from jumping and screaming the lyrics to one of her favorite bands. She felt the most alive at a concert. It was where she could let loose and...
It was moving day into our new home. Our house was a somewhat isolated two-story in the interior of a cul-de-sac with a large pie-shaped lot. Because of the lay-out of the street we did not have neighbors immediately to our west, and the developer built a high block fence along that border. The backyard backed against a high-tension power line right-of-way,...
A gorgeous friend, whom I dearly love and who I know is hotter in every way than Sarah ever thought of being, but who keeps me at arm's length, had the original idea for this story and for much of the humor. She didn't want her name revealed, however, so I'll just say thank you. She knows who she is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DECEMBER Sarah banked her old B...
The dimmed hallway led to an old gated freight elevator. It looked like the setting for a horror movie, but they walked down anyway...cautiously. As they made their way, their heels clacked against the hard tiled floor. Meanwhile, in a darkened room...camera monitors track every step of these two sexy, young, Asian ladies. At the elevator door the two wom...
Phan/ta*sy - 1. The image-making power: esp., the power of receiving and reproducing external impressions. Phantasy colliding with reality often bruises more than just an ego. I hate blind dates; they are the most enigmatic of societies mating rituals, and are fraught with hope, fear and unrealistic expectations. I have got to learn to say 'no', or at least...