This is a Valentine's Day Contest entry. To vote, please click the stars at the end of the story. Thank you. ********************** Sunday evening I emailed Mrs. Sherman, my English instructor, with the following message: Mrs. Sherman, I know I have no right to ask this, but I need an extra week for my project. I have had one terrible incident after the...
This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Chapter 1 An Unexpected Opportunity Huffing and puffing wouldn't make it go away any more than believing that Howard Hughes' enormous wooden aircraft, the Spruce Goose, was a practical way to build a usable plane made it so. His fiancée, Parker Scott, had gone to considerable trouble to get him an interview with a...
All I can say is don't lie to you wife. If I didn't I wouldn't be in the situation I found myself in. It really wasn't that big of a lie but it was enough as far as my wife was concerned. It started a few weeks before we got married, five years ago. My wife Dawn decided that she wanted to tell me everything about her sex life before we got married. She sai...
1 The night was beautiful. A combination of warm and cool. Many people were out on the street partying, living it up as if it was their last. One particular woman was walking the street with her hair as dark as the night flowing down her back. Her dark brown eyes were like the color of almonds. And her skin was nicely tanned with a tag of red blush on he...
CHAPTER 1 - GHOSTS OF THE DMV Amelia yawned and sat up. Her long, fluffy brown hair was a mess about her head and her plain white pajamas were messy. She kicked the covers off and didn't pay any attention to the fact that a ghostly woman stood naked at the foot of her bed. Her bare feet were chilly on the wood floors of her quiet little home and she walked...
Chapter 1: Just a Matter of Public Policy "Hey Jack, you see we got the fiery dyke back again for another week," I heard the voice behind me and knew without looking it was the sweaty guy from the local paper with the big gut and the comb over. I could just sense the way he was sprawled out in the press room, his sweaty arms hung over the chairs on either s...
The hauntingly beautiful towers and spires of Perfume Hill loomed over me on every side. Their midnight shadows caressed the white, paved streets like a woman's hair does her lover's naked, aching body late at night when all the world has gone to bed and only they are awake, locked in each other's arms. Lush, fragrant scents wafted over tall, graceful wall...
Author's Disclaimer: This is very much like most of my stories; however, I reviewed some of the comments of my other stories and thought I would improve my writing ability. One of the things that were mentioned was that my stories were too short, and there wasn't much character development. And it's true. Most of my stories are "snap shots" rather than a pho...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - On New Years' Eve 1979 in Sydney Australia, 19-year-old student Greg Tyler resolves that from 1980 things in his life will change. No longer will he be a shy virgin with an unrequited crush on his pretty co-worker Morgan, he will ask her out and finally go on a date. But for the bumbling but well-intentioned Greg this is easier s...