It was 5 A.M when the loud vibration of Nia's phone flooded her apartment. She jumped up to turn it off and rubbed her sore eyes as Lorenzo laid silently beside her. She sat there for a moment, taking in his thick eyebrows, deep olive skin and toned body as he slept, unaware of the chaos that took place last night. For a moment, she wanted to kiss him but sh...
All characters are over the age of 18. Way back in 1977 I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successf...
If she just kept quiet and looked busy, Rainey thought, maybe she could avoid Lyn. On her first day back at the magazine office, she was sitting at the draft table, absently tapping the tip of her red pen against the article drafts in front of her. Lyn had handed them to her over an hour before, and she still hadn't finished with the editing. In all fairne...
Whilst clearing out my cellar getting ready to move into smaller premises, I came across an old suitcase full of photographs. A lot were of my family, but hidden deep behind a flap were some very private ones taken of an old flame when I was associated with the Scouts. Her name was Barbara and I can still see that cute button nose; that smile, those eyes......
A/N: This fic takes place in modern continuity, where all characters are above 18. A moment after Mary Jane stepped into her dressing room, the door to the adjoining room opened and Kory was there, smiling brightly. "There she is!" "Here I am!" Mary Jane agreed. "Did you get my flowers?" "Yes." She set down her purse at her vanity, sitting down to...
Copyright PennameWombat June 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
Something interesting happens Tuesday morning Dawn was up at 6:00 getting ready to go to the University. When she came out of the shower, I was lying there waiting for her. "You didn't get to talk to the girls this weekend," I said. "I know." "Can you do it tonight after dinner?" "Yes. I will be home by 3:00. I'm not staying all day. I have to see the D...
Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. * * * * * My name is Linda. I am a twenty-six year old woman who lives alone in an old house I recently inherited from my grandmother. Th...
This is the story of a woman I loved... loved a lot. Too much, really. Years ago. Am I still obsessed with her? That's what I'm about to tell you. If I had possessed any decent storytelling skills back in 2001 when that was the present day, I would have written it all down back then. But no matter, in a way it's timeless. Many thanks to my volunteer editor...
The next morning, Linda and Holly met them in the kitchen. Mark staggered in demanding coffee. "Intravenously please, I'm tired. You went to bed and I partied for another two hours." "Excuse the fuck out of me, I went to bed with three hot, horny women who demanded, let me repeat that, demanded my complete attention," Gary grinned. "They get hornier every d...