This is an Earth Day contest story. Please vote. Homeless and destitute, prostituting herself for money to survive, a woman collects bottles and cans, while making friends. * "Hi," said the man to Susan passing by her in the alleyway, while staring. Accustomed to men staring at her, such an unusual sight to behold, men don't normally see a woman who loo...
Sandra I arrived at the short stay car park at Terminal 3, Heathrow airport after a two-hour drive from my home in a small town in the south west. The flight was not due in until 11.10am, but I had arrived almost an hour early as I was too excited to wait around at home any longer. The drive had been unpleasant; I had hit the morning rush hour and almost th...
Sorry about the delay in finishing this chapter. Susan first appeared in Entertaining at Home. As this is the ninth chapter of this series you can probably guess how to catch up with the others. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have. ***** Lying naked on the banquette in the Snug, I began to feel c...
Sirens wailed, the sound of their warning scream echoing and rebounding off of the walls of towering buildings in the heart of Second Chance City. People on the streets, whether they were tourist or city resident, all paused for a few heartbeats listening and focusing on the sound for a few moments. Those who were used to the city, or came from other metropo...
Chris Zak's beanbag chair engulfed me as he turned on his x box and loaded Grand theft auto. We both were sweaty from playing basketball in his home gym earlier so I was happy to relax and watch Zak play his video games. "Man, I would give anything to bang an older woman." Zak said as his character entered a virtual strip club. "Dude, we're both virgins....
Julie sat in the warm sunshine, on one of the posts holding the guard rail at the end of the long, narrow cul-de-sac at the edge of the small state nature preserve. It was exactly noon - she was nothing if not punctual. An occasional grasshopper whirred past, but nothing else moved or made noise. It was amazingly devoid of human influences or presence, thi...
Edward Marston was tired. It had been a long few days. It was Friday and he was looking forward to an easy weekend. He had nothing planned. He had stood in line at the cellphone provider and managed to change his contract. He needed to remove Lisa, his ex-wife, from all his bank accounts, credit cards and mobile phone contract. This took more time than he an...
Author's Note: This is a novella that will appear in four parts, two chapters each. It's the third in a loose chain that is my ode to 1980's pulp trash novels. You don't need to read the award winning Out Of The Past or Love On The Run (both on this site) to enjoy this story, but if you'd like to that's the order. I hope you enjoy, and comments/ratings are w...
Casey cursed herself as she turned around to head back to the plane to retrieve her forgotten book in the pocket of the seat in front of her. While she was berating herself she dimly noticed that there weren't any stewardesses around, but being too busy fussing she completely over looked it. She found her way towards the back to her seat and went to grab her...
Part 10 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen's "Giant Breast" skit...