Our bet and payoff Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my story. I appreciate your time, and thoughts. ***** I was a little disappointed that the next few days were back to normal, meaning that the hot sexy games weren't there. Just as I was about to think it had been a flash in the pan, Friday changed that. Once again, my wife met me at...
Damon cautiously parted the drapes of his living room window with the barrel of his hunting rifle and looked out. There were no signs of life on his residential street, nor had there been for at least the last 24 hours. He could see two pale columns of smoke still rising from the direction of the airport. Had he dared to venture outside for an unobstructed v...
I brought our ship 'Juliet' to a halt against the landing bay of headquarters. Once every three months we would return to Space Police HQ for supplies and other changes including picking up probationary officers. On this occasion however Bob was arriving for the last time. He was retiring and I was to be supplied with a new partner. "Well Bob, it's been a...
Julie waited. Funny, waiting is generally thought of as an active task. Waiting is usually a passive task. One expects an event to happen and until such time as it does, one does something else. But this waiting was not like waiting for the turkey to cook, and peeling potatoes in the meantime. This was waiting. Julie was actively, in the process of; waiting....
Jessica gave her mum and dad a huge hug each. Tears sprang unwanted to her eyes. "It'll be OK," her mum murmured. "Just you wait and see." "No, it won't, but thanks for trying to make me feel better. It always happens at midnight on your eighteenth birthday, everyone knows that. And look at cousin Amelia." "That doesn't mean it'll happen to you, for he...
Kavya sat down on a small bench placed on top of the college building's terrace. "This is a wonderful, warm place to sit and think. Come, join me," she tapped the seat next to hers. "Wow, I've been in this college two years, never seen this spot before." Priya said. "So quiet and secluded." "And warm," Kavya said. "Check out the view from here. You can see...
Chapter 7: Arthur vs. the Post Arthur groaned as he woke. It took a moment to remember where he was. He got up on his knees and elbows and wiped the soil off his face. His left eye wouldn't open; a crust of dried blood and dirt kept it glued shut. His head throbbed when he sat upright. The light seemed too bright at first; the moon illuminated the camp from...
Author's note: this is my very first published story; it was done with much input , help and encouragement from friends. A special thank you to The Tall Man for his suggestions and editing. (I.O.U. a B.J - anytime you choose to collect). There is no under age sex in this story - all characters are over 18 years of age. Part One -- The Pilgrimage begins Th...
Molly and the Sewing Machines Chapter 7 - A Rugby Victory Suffering from the excesses of the weekend, Adrian and the two women told Nicole to go back to sleep as they dressed in the dark of their encampment in the building and made their way to the early train. Inish brought them three cups of terrible coffee from the mobile canteen as the train headed nor...
Days Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven: Exercise. Next morning my period started, and I just had time to insert one of the prison-issue tampons before the call came for slopping-out. Our clean clothes had still not arrived, so wearing only our prison sandals we lugged the bucket out into the corridor, and joined the tens of other naked women in the queue. There w...