"I promise I'll be home by midnight." "Midnight?! But you already promised you'd be home by four and it's already almost six," I wailed to my husband of almost three months. "I know it sucks, Hallie but you know I can't really control when I land." "I know," I sighed, "I just didn't want to spend all of our first Christmas Eve as a couple alone." "You di...
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Dear Readers, I love David and Emma too much to finish this story in 4 chapters as I had originally planned. However the next installment might take a couple weeks to finish because I decided it would be fun to enter the Halloween story contest. So please be patient, and check out my story for the contest while you're waiting. Vote for me! As always, I lo...
It was going to be a boring weekend. At 23, and in my second year of grad school, I'd definitely started to have less adventures. My name is Anna, and I'm 5'1, 98lbs, blond hair, blue eyes, petite, and kinda athletic. On paper, it sounds hot, but in reality petite girls like me are always treated like that kid sis the bad boy wants to protect from guys like...
The buzz of an incessant fly, soaring around her bed, gently woke Mitzee from her afternoon nap. She was lying across her double feather bed, dressed only in her bloomers and a blouse, curled up on the soft goose down comforter that her maid, Neena, had quilted for her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. There it was again. It was becoming annoying. She wanted it to stop, and...
Chapter 1: Greg's Story The cabin was on a lake in upper Ontario, near the cottages that four couples owned. My three buddies and I had devised it as a play place to take our wives. We were in our mid forties, each married over 20 years. We first met up here in lake country where many of us come to escape the heat and stress of the city life. All of us were...
Author's Note: This is a quick little case meant to be read between "The Nightlife Case" and "Case of the Curse" in the Marly Jackson series. __________________________ I came back to Chicago from L.A. a broken woman. I'd left, Marly Jackson, P.I., a woman out to right past wrongs and make a decent buck, and returned home a murder suspect with more skelet...
My sincere thanks to J for his unending support for my writing. His patience, good humour and editing skills have been essential in making sure this story was finished. Thank you to Gary for his enthusiasm and encouragement. This is for Z...thanks for the inspiration. ***** I hear the front door shut and his bag drop to the floor. My heart skips a beat...
"I'm your girlfriend's pinch hitter tonight," she said to me, sliding in next to my barstool, her tits rubbing against my forearms and diverting my attention from the Orioles game on the television screen above the taps. And, yes, they were losing. I recognized her, albeit vaguely. Not that she was hard on the eyes, mind you, but she was one of those women...
After returning from a long and successful hunt, a young hunter of the Amazon spotted a particularly lovely-looking mango tree, picked a luscious fruit, sat against the tree, and took a bite. Unbeknownst to the hunter however, the tree was not just a tree. She regarded him with a negative predisposition because of his occupation, but otherwise saw nothing wr...