(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the third part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." The second is "Yard Sale." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) * The buzzer gave a nasally sh...
CHAPTER 1 Wren Wilcox was making oatcakes when interrupted by a phone call. "Good morning Mrs Wilcox, it's Shona White of Prisoner Rehabilitation Inc in White Oaks speaking. We have a problem in connection with a former businessman about to be released after serving sentence for seriously assaulting a business competitor and destroying his victim's vehicle...
Hi there fellow readers and writers. I decided to do some writing myself, even if I'm not sure exactly how it will end up being. This is my first story. English is not my first language and although I believe I am good at it, if you find something in my writing confusing, or if you see any mistakes please warn me so I can correct and learn from them. Thank y...
"Diane, you need to get laid," my long time friend Joan is telling me. "You can't keep moping around just because you caught that bastard cheating on you. He was fucking half the women in town before he met you and will continue, it's just his nature. He makes a pass at every female he meets. He even made a pass at me." "But the sex was so good," I tell her...
Kaitlin looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom as she got dressed for work. Reflected back at her was an intelligent, attractive, and adventurous blonde with deep blue expressive eyes. She had a great smile and personality, and nice round 38C breasts that loved the attention they received from her wonderful husband. She laughed to herself...
This is my submission for the Earth Day 2014 Contest. Thank you for reading and voting. * I should have seen it coming. But with hindsight, I realize that love and lust are blind. It was February 15th, the morning after Valentine's Day, that great marketing machine brought upon us by the florists and confectioners and restaurants of the world. I rolled o...
Copyright Neonurotic, October 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # "Mmm, oh yaaah..." he smirked, catching a flash of her shap...
Chapter Ten Carmela Needs A Time-Out Thanks to some late evening haggling over a suite, Carmela had gotten off work much later than usual. The Latin looker was on the drive back home, sorry that it was so late, but glad that she'd missed all the afternoon traffic. As she cruised down the road, her phone went off. Soon enough, she had the device propped up...
Okay, I guess Brian doesn't suck at this writing thing as much as he thought he did. I thought the first part turned out nicely. Thanks to all the people who voted for him. He won't say it but he does appreciate it. We hope you enjoy part two. I don't have to remind you that this is all true, but the names have been changed to protect everybody. Thanks,...
"I...uh...nice to meet you," I stammered. "Er...Deb...I mean...is?" "I've been telling Steve all about how well you guys play music," Debbie said. "He plays saxophone in the school band and wants to get his own group together." I just stood there like a stupe, with my mouth hanging open. Debbie hugged her son close and praised his prowess as a sax player....