We weren't supposed to meet. That was what we agreed to when we started chatting. No exchange of any real identifying information. Just email tag throughout the day. I couldn't admit out loud how much I wanted you to show up. Just drinks at some dive bar out of the way where no one would recognize you. That's what we'd agreed to when we decided that maybe we...
Part 8 of 8. Each part is self-contained and reading previous parts is not essential to the continuity of the story, but several recurring characters are only described in detail on their first appearance. Part 1: Ashleigh's Ride Home. Ashleigh misses her ride home after cheerleading practice. Part 2: Ashleigh's Game Day. Ashleigh and the other cheerleader...
Ami woke up late, as she suddenly sat up with a start, gasping, a cold sweat running down her brow. Her eyes were unfocused, like she was still dreaming, pain lanced through her whole body but it wasn't registering to her quite yet. For now she stared at the wall until her eyes unglazed and she let out a gasping breath, the pain subsided quickly and she coul...
Signs of spring were popping up left and right as I gazed out my window. The sun was higher in the sky than at the same time last month; squirrels danced down from tree tops to search for food and perhaps love; and then there was the green. Life was awakening and I breathed it in with a healthy rip of an inspiration. I left my second story balcony for a mome...
She flipped her phone open, dialed his number, and then promptly ended the call. "Dammit! No, no, no, no, you're going to do this. You want to do this. Besides, you know him, you can trust him....just do it." Two seconds later she's dialed the number again and smacked the phone shut swiftly. The room felt as if it was going to engulf her with the magnitude o...
Chapter 3 The girls were trapped but they could just see Jeff and me gesturing towards the ladies' room as obviously as we dared and they got the hint of our desperate plan. "Ok, we'll do whatever you want, but first let Amy go take a piss and let me get this monster of a plug out of my ass. I can't even walk let alone fuck with this huge thing in me." We...
Note to readers: this is a sequel to the story Black Magic, thanks to everyone for reading. * The Sinclair Funeral Home in Jeffersonville was one of those old established places in the mid west, a respectable looking building, elegant even in it's own way. It went way back to the 1880's under various owners. The current owner, Doc Blanding was older, seven...
A/N This is my first story and I know there will surely be some errors. I hope you like it, but more importantly, I hope you will give me your feedback so that I may improve in future attempts. ________________________________________________ My name is Angel, I'm 26, about 5'6". I have a slim athletic figure with auburn hair that reaches down to my wais...
The first thing I heard was the heavy rumble of what could only have been an American V-8 engine in all its thunderous glory. I kept my focus on the broken piece of serpentine rubber that hung loosely under the hood of my gold coloured 1991 corolla. I heard the opening and slamming of a heavy car door and then the sound of creaking springs. "Howdy!" I heard...
Author's Note: Okay, here's Chapter 6, and be warned! The next one is the last, at least for now. Thanks to coloryourworld and warrior_wolf for editing, and to TangledinYou for distracting me when writer's block has me one step away from flinging my laptop out of the window. And a HUGE thanks to everyone who has posted comments, voted and sent me feedback. T...