She woke up to the sound of a sharp knock at the door. With eyes half closed and auburn locks mussed by slumber, the sleepy teenager slowly came to her senses and dragged herself out of bed. A second impatient, yet equally intimidating, knock reverberated loudly as she trudged across the diameter of her shamefully small student apartment. Opening the door...
This is part 2 in a hopefully ongoing series. This is still my first story series so I am trying out different writing styles, so you'll probably notice this part is written in a different tense from part 1, I apologize if it is a jarring transition. There also might be a good bit of exposition in this one, but I tried not to let it get too bogged down. Any...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** "What's all this about, Jim?" Robin bit her lip, sitting in the coffee shop that she never usually would frequent, eyes plaintively wide. He had not been subtle about inviting her there, although it was more of a summons than an invite in all honesty. He thought he had some...
Louise looked up from the patient's file at the end of the ward bed and looked the young man over. "Anything to report?" The man lay on his back gazing up at the white ceiling. "I'm fine," he mumbled, most likely bored out of his mind from such a long in-patient stay. Louise sighed and brushed a rouge bang from her forehead as she wrote in the thick folder...
============================ Help Your Readers. Categorized Your Story Correctly. In Love Your Readers, I wrote about things you do to improve the reading experience for your readers. In Love Your Readers: Categories, I'd like to share my ideas on making it easier for the readers to decide to give your stories a read, by placing it in the right category....
Anne hurried to her desk. The office looked half empty. She hoped that the majority of the staff was occupied in a meeting or elsewhere. Or, if she were very lucky, they would all be running late as well. Nothing had gone right. The water in her new house ran ice cold, the traffic was heavier than she'd expected, and she'd gotten lost twice trying to find he...
Author's note: This short vacuous stroker is fiction. People and places are made up. All players are over age 18. Tags: museum, mummy, sting, curators, remorse, Flame Game. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. The naming convention is deliberate — see note at end. Enjoy! ***** WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN ***** A nemesis with a...
I was in the waiting room, waiting to be seen for a job interview. There was fifteen people also waiting and several who had been seen by the employer. For over an hour I had waited with these people when finally my name was called by the employer, Miss More. She is an attractive lady in her mid-thirties with blonde hair in a bun behind her head and a curvy...
Metamorphodick: The Sexually Explicit Adventures of a Man and His Shape-Changing Penis Chapter One: The Beginning The last thing I remember is a blindingly bright white light flooding my bedroom. Then darkness. Now there is a burning in my lungs, as if I've held my breath for too long. I open my eyes; it's like opening them underwater, in a swimming pool,...
Most of my day has been wasted, lost in daydreams and utter unproductivity that weighs on me as I take in the evening sky. At least coffee tastes just as good in the dark, I muse, as I swirl the spoon in my mug and watch the steam dance across the metal as it rises. Nights like this were made for lounging and thinking about everything and nothing in cozy clo...