As told to WildaRaven Leroy Wheeler was fifty-one years of age when he accepted a position as Supervisor of Maintenance at the Wood Hall apartments. Two hundred and twenty apartments sprawling across fourteen acres of beautiful rolling hills well shaded with Oak trees. It really is a beautiful place to live. However the place was getting a few years on it a...
A true story, by Tommy Blue-genes. There have been so many airports this year. First Phoenix, then London, then Glasgow—and finally, Boston. Travel like I'm running away from something, or like I'm finally free. Or maybe it's the same thing. Tonight is a bad night though, and the voices in my head won't shut up. I can't sleep, so instead, I'll sit here a...
The door stood before her a half inch open. Ellen's hand gave the door a slight push. It muttered a creaking sound like something out of the soundtrack of a creepy horror movie till it came to rest at the other end. She took a first tentative step, and then another into the bedroom. The bed was king-sized and it lay before her ready and inviting. To her ri...
Notice the Scent of an aroused female. Detect her arousal and her betrayal. The innate ability to smell things others don't quite get, or before anyone else smells them has always been with me. It both blesses and curses me. In a crowded elevator, stinky crotches, smelly feet bad breath, unwashed sweaty bodies and clothes always smell stronger to me than...
Besides being one of my entries in the Winter Holiday Contest, this is the fifth story in the Donna and Kevin series. It's mostly about a supremely happy new family celebrating their first Christmas together in a traditional way, but there is also quite a bit of sex in it. * Donna and Kevin and Kerry and Kate O'Brien were about as happy as a family could...
Author's note: There are several categories where this could have been submitted; Mature, Non-human or Fantasy. I selected the mature category because of the way the story flows. INTRODUCTION I was working as a ski instructor at a ski area in the Midwest. I was attending graduate school so I taught skiing on the weekends. I had attended the same college fo...
When I was seven my dad began teaching me how to shoot hoops. Every night after dinner if it wasn't raining or snowing we would spend hours in the driveway with his worn out ball and the rusty metal hoop hanging perilously off the front of the garage. "Dribble with your left hand," he would chastise me when I would use my strong right. "Move your feet, don't...
A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection. My brother, Johnny, told me that Mark had come back. He was living in the same city where I lived in a group home for the disabled. Mark had been my brother's best friend since primary school. They had been inseparable until Mark left for college ten years ago. Of course, I had known him well, too, as he had been an...
I was heading home. The drive was a couple of thousand miles but I was heading home to my husband, Dalton. I suppose some would say I was simply out of my mind, but I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for. At least I thought I did. I also was reasonably sure I could handle it. I left Dalton because I thought he was trying to control me. There real...
"Welcome to this year's induction ceremony to Major League Baseball's Hall of Fame. As Commissioner of Major League Baseball, it is always my pleasure to host the annual induction ceremony. However this year is extra special because for the first time in history The Baseball Hall of Fame has waived its 5 year waiting period to accommodate the induction of n...