(Everyone in this story of legal age 18+) (This Story Is Purely Fictional. The characters in this story are not real. This story is made up and in no way a re-telling of events. Because they never took place. Thank you and enjoy.) "What do you mean I can't check in to my room? Its' my room, I paid for it!" There Lizzy was, bags lying on the floor in fro...
Judging by the general appearance of such a building I was about to enter, the insides would not have been very pleasant. Not that I had been expecting them to be so in the first place, since for this day alone I would forget who I was, the woman I know to be my own. I was here on a mission, and I couldn't let anything else slip into my mind, and this I knew...
Authors note: Although not really a Part Two, I'm intending to fold these characters in with the characters in my first story in the future, so please check that out too. I'm also feeling that after two relatively slow burners, I'm going to have to bash out something quick and nasty next time. Please comment and vote if you read, because I really have no ide...
Introduction Charlie Fairbanks-Green, now calling himself Charlie Green, arrived in Manhattan from London to begin a new life without mom. He'd lived for twenty-six years with his mother originally Sylvia Fairbanks-Utting, who married and became Sylvia Fairbanks-Green and then two years ago remarried to become Sylvia Fairbanks-Morrison. Fortunately for Cha...
The more she stared at him the more she was intrigued by his presence. Even though the house that belonged to Dylan Quincy was full to capacity he stood out in the crowd. She watched his every move the moment she had laid eyes on this gorgeous creature. From each sip he took of his dark red punch, to the laughs he emitted while chatting amongst his circle of...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is inspired by Alice Sebold's best-selling novel "The Lovely Bones," which is about a 14-year-old girl who is brutally murdered by a neighbor and the effects her death has on her friends and family. It is one of the most disturbing, most difficult and, ultimately, one of the most memorable books I've ever read. There are a few pla...
I prefer to fly Business Class when I travel for work for a number of reasons. First, there's more room in the seats and in the cabin generally, in fact almost as much as they allocate to First Class. As I am a big guy, by body size, that sure comes in handy. Second, pretty much all the Business Class passengers are seasoned travellers, who know what they...
(After a long hiatus, the story continues; sorry for the delay. Work and earning a living got in the way of David and Abbie's story. This supplement grew much longer than I expected and I'm already considering part 06. Fadedgiant) * College was well underway and Abbie was making a smooth transition. Of course, she had David helping keep the wrinkles under...
My willowy, red headed companion marched me down the hallway and straight into the black marbled shower stall. The warm water came at me from all angles. Rita's hands felt like velvet on my skin. She washed away all the remnants of the evening's sexual activities, leaving my skin tinkling from the needle sharp spray of the shower. We stepped out of the showe...
Day Two Brandi Vavoom arrived the next day at the City Police Department running a little late. Brandi was a famous B-movie actress who was about to get her big shot in Hollywood, with a co-starring role as a police officer opposite Jean Claude Van Damme. Brandi’s agent had arranged with a friend of his for Brandi to spend a couple days with the police depa...