What do you do when you've done everything that you've set out to do in your life? That's the question that I've been asking myself for some time now; what to do when there's fuck all left to do? I'm 35 and I'm bored; work bores me now that there's no challenge for me. I'm bored with my corner office with Rachel, my very decorative and super-efficient Pers...
Jen met Allie and Scott for lunch, to prep for their second meeting with Keri O'Reilly and her team. Smiling gleefully, Allie whispered "Sorry we were so loud last night." "I didn't notice," Jen deadpanned. "Yeah right," Allie said laughing. The meeting began at 2. After an hour Keri ended the meeting, even more impressed with Jennifer Andrews than yeste...
All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Way after midnight. A summer moon, nearly full. I fumble for the lamp next to my bed, but decide not to blind myself. I stumble through the darkness to the living room, look out the back window, rub my eyes to try and focus. A naked girl runs through my yard. "What the fuck?" I m...
Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. I met Janine back in nineteen-ninety-nine, she was twenty-one, I was a crazy twenty-six, and we both happened to be at a weekend river bash on Lak...
****************** Note: This story spends some time developing the relationship of the two main characters. If that's not your thing, you may want to look elsewhere. ****************** I hate interviews. The whole process is dreadful and feels like a shot in the dark anyways. As a development team lead, I'm often forced to go through this process with my m...
So, at the end of my last story I appended a little note informing readers that I would love to write their fantasies with them as the protagonist. This latest effort is the result of one such reader's request. The woman (you know who you are. - I hope you enjoy reading your story as much as I enjoyed writing it) for whom this story is written is hot (she se...
Storytellers note: Those of you that may have read my other effort (s) at this already know that I am not a writer and do not claim to be. I do continue trying to be a storyteller and I hope you can enjoy the telling of this story. It is a total fabrication of my mind. It never happened. Probably never will, but just in case, all persons are above the legal...
Anna sought me out at the end of the day on Monday. She was worried about me. I needed time to reflect, but I didn't think that my mind was going to change. - "Why don't you come over, Saturday night? Let me make a meal for you." I suggested. - "You don't have to do that." she said. Anna seemed a bit uneasy. Was she that afraid of my cooking? It was only l...
Written by lilgirlsix and Archangel_M Edited by Doctime ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ lilgirlsix: Every chapter I fall more in love with Willi. Wish I was Zsálya. Oh wait, I am ;) Another thank you to Doctime for his help and suggestions. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Archangel_M: This chapter is one of those cases where I have these amazing images in my mind, and I hope that...
Doctor Charlotte Preston sat in her grey wing back chair and lightly tapped her pen across her folio papers. She was listening to her patient Gabriel relate a new story, one about his positive progress. Veterans Day had just passed and every previous year Gabriel had been asked to make an appearance at the local remembrance ceremony but he had always decline...