1. November 10, 2003 Kim opened the door of her bedroom hesitantly, and looked around. She sighed. Arnie was out doing the Leukemia run-a-thon, and Becki Lynn was visiting her folks in Maryland today. How did Kim know this? No one spoke directly to her in a conversational tone. And Denny, thank God, was at a Sci-Fi convention. Kim stepped into the hall, a...
Notes from the author: Hi everyone! Ever since I wrote Life is a Runway - which had a WWII element in its plot - I have been itching to craft a WWII war bride story (with a happy ending, of course: I simply refuse to write anything that is not corny). This obviously implied some serious research on my part and major adjustments to the mores of my usual prota...
This is Chapter Eleven of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters to understand portions of this story. * * * * * * * Sara told George to come to her house at 8:00PM, by that time her family would have finished dinner. She greeted George at the door. "Hi Georgie, did you bring your math book?" "Yes, I d...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - As a boy growing up in Brisbane, Australia in the early 1990s, young Nathan Smith loved watching the kids' show 'Don't Sleep In On Saturday' every week, mainly as he could see his celebrity crush, a pretty and bubbly presenter named Melissa Armstrong, Missy for short. Nathan was most upset when she left the show and vanished into...
Hi again. Hope you're still with me. ***** AN INTRICATE WEAVING CONTINUED. Chapitre Sept. JACK MASON reflects. I sat nervously upright not sure what to expect. Certainly the flame red siren that strode into the bar clicking confidently on a pair of four inch red pumps and wearing a diaphanous scandalously short flouncy pale cream dress was beyond all...
Chapter 1: A Friendship is established My name is Andrew Johnson. I grew up in South Philadelphia the oldest of two children. My father was a postal driver and my mother a stay at home mom. My story starts in my twelfth year when we moved into our first house. Like most of the homes in that part of town, that house was a small "row house" located in a ver...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** John Guidry looked through the Program Schedule for Channel 12 in the DeGarde, Louisiana viewing area. The Monday. Twelve Midnight to Two AM was their 'Ghoulish Pleasures' movie, usually a Hammer Films. From Two AM until Four AM their programming b...
This is the third chapter of my continuing story "The Fallen". It is not a stand-alone tale, so I recommended the first two chapters be read first. Much is revealed in this part, and I only hope I've made this exposition-heavy chapter interesting enough to hold your attention. As always, thank you for your interest. The usual disclaimer: This is a work of...
-1- Lynnette and Jarred lay coiled together on the warm, sun-baked beach of San Ramiro Island, their naked, toned, tan bodies basking in the warm afterglow of an intense round of passionate lovemaking. Jarred kissed her deeply and passionately on the lips, while Lynnette stroked his already stiffening shaft of manhood. "Are you up for it again?" Jarred whi...