Jim was bored. He sat in the last row of the lecture hall and tried to follow the professor in the front, a task which wasn't made easier by him barely getting sleep last night, after he had been out with friends. No more Sunday evenings, he mumbled and put his head into his hands. Behind him the door to the room creaked and when he turned around, Jim saw hi...
The sea has always fascinated me. The way the waves flow over the water. The amazing colours help focus your mind and bring a sense of calmness, inner peace and clarity. I have always loved just sitting on the beach in the same place watching the sea for hours on end. It's the closest thing to paradise or heaven. I suppose that's why I enjoyed helping Chris,...
Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...
For the rest of that day, nothing happened, well nothing of significance anyway. Except maybe, that I had apparently become, Lady Tanya's close companion. Or rather, being the only... non-professionals around, we seemed to spend all of our time together. Lady T insisted that I escorted her almost everywhere. Walking stick in one hand, she hung onto my arm li...
There is no bondage or lifestyle content in this submission. I have placed it under BDSM simply because of power dynamics. It involves no sexual encounters either. Apologies if this is in the wrong category. It may also have fit into fetish/non erotic. Also, below is a brief summary of previous chapters, the category in which they were published and at the...
Part One of Two An Inkling "What in the hell do you mean we're out of gas?" It was more a shriek than a question, as a panicked Paula spun her head left and right to look for something, or someone. The move whipped her jet black hair one way, then the other. She instinctively reached up to make sure it was still on straight. The scream just added to Bart...
It's a dark and stormy night. It always is, isn't . Every time you find yourself in an old mansion with strange people, with a mysterious letter in your pocket, and a dead body on the floor its always a dark and stormy night for some reason. Maybe God's just a lousy writer and that's all he can come up with, maybe bad things need a bad atmosphere to work pro...
The characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblence to real people is coincidental. * * * * * I got to know Liz Restam during the spring of 2001, though I had known her since fall of 1999, our freshman year of high school. We never really associated much until that season at SIUE. She was about as tall as I was, 6'5" give or take an inch or so, wit...
Halloween, that special time of the year where people dress up in costumes to get candy, or to look sexy. The town of Gigglesworth is like any little town in the world, besides the embarrassing name, and like everywhere else, they celebrate Halloween. However, this town has a strange history on this specific day. A century ago, the town's founder used to kid...
The following is fiction. No sexual acts occur between humans under the age of 18. If you haven't been reading this series, don't bother with this. It explains why things happened the way they did. And there's no sex, so don't hold your breath waiting for it. ***** I stood up as the couple approached. Vholes was clad in a ragged breechclout and Anna wa...