Among the distant growls and beastly sounds now coming from the small isolated community, the grumble of a vehicle engine could be heard quickly approaching. The work lights surrounding a fenced in area near the cemetery where the ground caving in had revealed a strange forgotten structure. Headlights from the van help to reveal not only a large sinkhole, bu...
There was only one more presentation to sit through. "Focus," thought Mary. "Just because you are giddy with pent up desire and longing doesn't mean that the poor shmuck who came all this way should suffer." And maybe, just maybe, if nobody asked questions just to hear the sound of their own voice, she might get back to the hotel a bit early so that she coul...
It was Bill's arms that I noticed first. Tattooed, muscular, solid, dark chocolate. I knew my curves would fit in them and I'd melt. Into a puddle. Like the one between my thighs whenever I looked at him, whenever his kind eyes made contact with mine. I remember the first time we met. He shook my hand and I was in awe of his strength, his warmth. Even thoug...
This story is purely fictional based on Annette Bishop's profile and some info she provided. Annette has not read the story in advanced, she wanted it to be a surprise. I will remove the story if Annette does not approve. ********** It was not the fact Annette was being paraded naked through the ship that was exciting so much as that her hands were held...
This is the second in a series of four, the first being "Last Chance Diner." All are stand alone stories, but feel free to peruse the others if you enjoy this one. * Jack Winters tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music coming through his car speakers. It was a little after eleven, and he still had about five more hours of driving...
My name is Linda, This is my story, maybe it’s a fantasy or maybe it is real I will let you be the judge of that. It was a cold night in the middle of the year when I was chatting away in a chat program when a guy by the name of Freddy messaged me. “What you selling?” He typed referring to my nickname. “ME! NOTHING WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM.” I typed back a...
I would like to thank "the-apocalypse" for proofreading my story. He has been of great help. My name is John; and I am a retired widower. I live in a very rural area in the Northern part of the United States. When my granddaughter, Mary, and my son-in-law Jim, were just married I had taken it upon myself to teach them the joys of variety in their private s...
The phone rang at ten o'clock in Michelle's house as she sat alone in the darkness. She often liked to sit by the window at night and take in the sounds of the summer insects in their ubiquitous concert. "Hello," she answered, not thinking that it was as late as it was. "Hi there, answered Radcliff, his voice as handsome as ever. "What are you up to on...
Ben needed to get away, away from friends, family and his new life. He had discovered that money had a way of changing people, mostly those closest to him. Ben never thought that the change to his life from winning millions in the lottery would be a negative one, but with his new gain had come a giant loss. His friends and family now viewed him only as a ba...
The creak of the gate, that rusty thing, wrought ironed shaped into lines. She always wondered when they passed that cemetery, why they had a fence up, was it to symbolize keeping things within, or keeping things out. Silly costume, dragging the ground as she would lift the skirt. A simple toga, Greek in style, clinging to that ripe little body of hers, thos...