Her eyes opened glancing above to see the window behind her. Her eyes were round and filled with sleep buggers. Bright white lines of morning sun light gleamed in between the vertical blinds. The Bed, Bath, and Beyond down comforter was already pushed off her body. She was a warm sleeper. One knee was bent. The other was sprawled wide. She curled her toes. H...
"I don't get a kiss goodbye again?" she asked politely. "Again? You make it sound like that's a regular occurrence," her husband said before kissing her on the cheek. "Lately, it's more often than not," she said without being accusatory. "I think someone is exaggerating—again," he told her before kissing their three children. Kenny Adkins would be five a...
First of all I would like to thank Todger65 for editing this story and teaching me things about both the English language and Open Office. The help provided has been invaluable and I am indebted. If there still are any faults they are entirely my mistakes due to last minute changes or negligence. Thank you Todger! As usual this could have been put in a nu...
You are Jesper Laursen, a 20-year-old Danish boy living in Portland. For as long as you can remember, you have always wanted to be a musician! Which also means that you have a musician's salary (aka nothing at all). Playing with your band at bars may be fun, but it certainly doesn't pay the bills. You needed money and you needed it fast. After seemingly endl...
Vanessa English is the classic rich bitch. A billionaire who is never satisfied. More is always the answer, especially if it’s money, power, or fame. Sometimes she’s still in high school. Sometimes in college. Sometimes the CEO of a major corporation. One thing stays the same: she’s always the villain. Like any good villain she has her weaknesses. For Vaness...
"I was wondering..." her father swallowed hard, fighting to say the next words, "...if you know of anyone who could do the show tonight?" Irritated, but still feeling sorry for her father's dire situation, she responded, "No. None of the girls I talk to would do anything like this!" David Reynolds sighed deeply and sank in his seat, "I knew it. I'm sorry I...
A few days later, like Jenn had asked, I took the afternoon off work and met her on the street outside of our apartment building. She walked us a few blocks away, along an unusual route. Jenn stopped in front of a large house. "Here." "Here what?" "The house. The solution to all our problems. I bought this house!" "That's great! But I don't follow." "I'm...
We compromised on the togetherness - he didn't stay over every night. It turned out to be helpful because it gave me time to think about what I was going to do for Chanukah presents for Jeff's family. My family was easy: spend some money on things they could have bought for themselves. But after seeing how excited Jeff was at the tickets for the "Fifths"...
17. Returning home. "The final morning, your last breakfast here, don't miss it," Jennifer called out to the girls. They all got up, and had their breakfast. Everybody was quiet, they were all impressed by the past week, and looking forward to going back home. They did not say much, no-one knew what to say. It was all just so surreal in a way, the time the...
We were laying on the futon (not even a real bed, what kind of a grown man doesn't have a real bed) in James' shitty apartment on Stillwell Avenue, the mismatched sheets loosely covering our entangled naked bodies. We'd just done something that James thought passed for lovemaking but I knew to actually be missionary sex of the non-kinky variety. It wasn't hi...