"I can't believe that you two are leaving me next week. You guys are just the most horrible people in the world." "We know, its what adds to our charm." Jason flashed his award winning smile. "I'm serious, you two don't know how much my life is going to suck after you guys move off to college." Together, that's the worst part Chelsea thought to herself. T...
Author's note: If you're reading Chapter 3, I hope that means you're enjoying the story. I've kindof forgotten about balancing the story with description and action, and just let my memory flow. This part's a bit longer, but I had to tell it like it was. I hope you enjoy. And please comment. *** It took a few agonizing days before a situation presented its...
The balmy early evening slowly slipped into night. As soon as it was dark, he gave me a knowing look and quietly snuck away from the block party. I calmly rose from my chair and followed him away from the crowd. He was waiting where he said he would: half way down the block; well out of sight from any of our party-going neighbors. I nervously walked up to h...
Chapter 5 Down To the Sea Again The voyage of Dread Sovereign continues, to the end of the world. Some sex (not much), some love, much sorrow. Strokers, this one isn't for you. "Something special for dinner," said Margarethe, turning to Robin. "Can you do it, Robin? We should have plenty of stores." "Yes, Mistress," he said. "If Jenny will help, we can...
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Lucy, my dear, welcome back to Scarecrow Island. I missed ya, kiddo. How's tricks? So ya got a job, well done! Your dad just retired, your sister had twins, well, glad the clan's growin'. Oh, you wanta show me pictures on your phone? Sure, I'll take a look. Ah, those are good lookin' babies, no doubt. Obviously an exce...
The stewardess was blonde, skinny and bored, and so was Huysmans. (Well, the last one anyway.) "Please put up your tray tables in preparation for landing in Snerdsk, capitol of great nation of Schmertzylvania," she droned. Then she turned her face toward Huysmans with the crack of a secret policeman's baton during an interrogation. "Use of mustache wax not a...
(A tribute story to the legendary BBW pinup gal created by Duane Bryers and still published by the Brown & Bigelow Co. If you've never heard of her, search "Hilda Duane Bryers" and you'll discover one of the hidden in plain sight classics of BBW admiration; Les Toil's site is especially recommended.) * * * The sun peeked through the calico curtains, and Hi...
My name is Jim, and I am a 30-year-old night patrolman at a large warehouse complex. Part of my duties are to patrol a large lot where many of the truckers who come to the warehouses drop their empty trailers. The trailer lot is private property owned by the warehouse company, but since it is outside the security fence, it can be accessed from the county r...
Welcome to Part 4 of the series, 'Four plus one'. Part 1 is in the First Time category: it will make more sense if you start there... or just jump in where you like - that's the idea. Please vote or comment if you like it. ***** Mel rattled, then cursed, then rattled again. Neither seemed to work. She eased the key out of the lock a millimetre, twisted wi...
A Far Shore Story Oscar was positively overwhelmed by the number of people on the convention floor. He had been told by his friends the dealers' room would be packed but it had been hard to grasp just how dense the crowd would be until he was there. After nearly twenty minutes of being dragged along by the flow of the room, the nerd climbed out of the press...