Leo could not wait for the flight attendant to let him know he could turn on his cell phone. He knew Max was up by now and had seen the ring he left on her finger. He was anxious to hear her response, although he wasn't too confident she would say yes. He had bought the ring in Italy, but the time never seemed right to propose until their conversation before...
As I went about Monday, I couldn't avoid thinking about how things might change in the near future. There was the prospect of some sort of wealth, which came with mixed feelings. The check in my wallet was just the beginning. Now that I didn't have to worry about an income for a while, I decided it was time to ask Gwen to be my wife. After delivering my Mo...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Late, late, late," muttered Tim as he stumbled out of the overcrowded bus. It was his first day of law school and he'd already found a way to screw it up. For an intelligent, reasonably successful young man, Tim Lawson was remarkably downcast in disposition. Law school, he thought, was an excellent opportunity to "make it," but also a un...
Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. Thanks to Sensual Curves for her help in proofreading. Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter. After you've read this, if you have a...
My name is Heather Willis and this is the story of how in a single night, I was taken, mind, body, and soul by another man. It was my sophomore year of college. I had been dating Ed Rainier for almost a year. He was the first real boyfriend I had ever had. In high school I dated, but I had no delusions that it was anything but dating. At that point I was mo...
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