Once again this story is written for Claire, a Fallen Angel, who captures hearts and more. This is a fantasy she shares with a certain married man! As the train pulled into the station I approached the door rather tentatively. It opened and I stepped on to the platform before quickly making my way to the exit. Walking through the London streets I relaxed at...
He calls me Naomi, though it's not my name. Rather, it's a mnemonic that occurred to him when we first met, after he'd realized I'm a high. Neither a man nor a woman; that's what it reminds him of. That's how he thinks of me... It's also his induction method. Because wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, if I happen to hear his voice call that name, I fall...
Copyright © 2007 Brad The guys are using my cabin for Kate's bachelorette party. Yes, sounds strange, but she is more girl than guy now. Mark said they were having dancers and Freya was providing the mead. It should be a fun time. Kate's cousins have always kept an eye out for her, and since it's just them, it shouldn't get to out of hand. ---------------...
ENTRY 3: FOR THE WEEK OF 18 JANUARY Hi guys! Sorry I'm late on the draw with this entry for last week. There's a ton going on; lots of exciting stuff. As always, allow me to remind you to keep sending in comments. I've got a bit of a frowny-face going on for last week's entry, because I got many fewer comments and many fewer ratings than on the first entr...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (31.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Bird was hungry and his feet hurt. His feet always hurt on Saturdays and Sundays, when he worked the register at Walmart. He hated the job, hated that he never had time to just hang out all weekend like his friends at college, hated that he needed even the pitiful income...
“Get out of the bed lazy bones!” Erin shouted as she yanked the sheets from my body. As I lie there rubbing my eyes and squinting at the clock I could tell it wasn’t even 7am yet. The “6” was pretty clear but the other numbers couldn’t be read through my kaleidoscope eyes. The morning coolness in the room was familiar. Like every other day of her life Erin...
Constructive criticism and comments encouraged. -----oooOOOooo----- Jenny, part 4. Jenny's view. The beach house was a modest affair. A small bedroom with bath on the first floor, as well as the kitchen, dining area, and an oversized living room with fireplace and a deck leading to the beach. The second floor was a loft, and contained the master bedroom...
This is my first ever story, please be kind. This is a work of fiction and all names are ficitious. My name is Helen and this story takes place in the spring of 1978 when I was 29. I had been married to my wonderful husband for three years and we had lived together the year prior to our marriage. My husband was my first male lover and although he had a c...
Since I, Beau Briton, have a book-learning disability that made it difficult for me to get through High School, this story is being written for me by a good friend of mine who is a college graduate. He is only one of two people that I have told this story to because I can't afford to have my loving wife Carla ever find out since it would hurt her badly -- IF...
John Carmichael had been tempted nearly all his adult life. When he was a priest he constantly had to fend off the attempts of the women in his various parishes to get inside his cassock. He had left that life behind ten years ago and built a successful IT company from nothing but every day was still a challenge. He remained a regular churchgoer and still tr...