Pt. III: The Party Around 7 o'clock I heard cars begin to arrive, I counted three but I couldn't guess how many were in each car. There was much laughing and giggling as the evening progressed, I could hear them goading each other on to try on the various pieces of lingerie. After about an hour the tempo of the noises began to increase as I heard Helen ca...
Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in my stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story. I really appreciate comments. There it was, the heavy guitar hit as Creed's "Freedom Fighter" hit, and I (Wayne Extreme) ran through the cu...
My contribution to support the April Fools 2020 event. If you want to whine about me or any of my stories, be forewarned that I gave up caring about whiners for Lent. I have to tell you that it feels so good that I may adopt it as a new lifestyle. It only takes a few seconds to delete a rant, so please don't spend more time than that writing it. If you need...
Pt. V: Sweet Revenge Friday, Helen and Roger had to go to work, I was on a weeks holiday so I was tied to the bed with a piece of chain around my ankle that allowed me to reach the toilet next door to my room. Helen came into my room at about 7 o'clock in the morning with Roger and she had him secure me with the chain. She said that I would have to stay p...
Bern, Switzerland was beautiful this time of the year thought Violet as they exited the airport to take a cab to the room they'd be sharing at the Hotel Savoy. The weather was mild, sunny and bright. Violet had tried to pack light but that was nearly impossible for her. She was so surprised when he'd shown at up Seatac Airport that morning with one small car...
Violet had avoided Paul all day at the office, which to tell the truth wasn't as hard as she thought, he was on the 42nd floor and she was on the 40th floor of the 8 floors held by their law firm, which made if relatively easy. He had e-mailed her quite a bit but it was all business and professional, which she was glad of. He reminded her only once about the...
My best friend Roger came into my office and sat down heavily, 'I've got a problem.' he said. 'Well if I can help...', I replied. 'Its not about work,' he stammered, 'its personal.' 'OK, tell me', I said. After some coaxing he finally began his story. A story that would change my life! 'I have been having a few marriage problems with Helen,' he began R...
Howdy, folks. The name is Damon Jacques Etienne. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent. Yeah, there are a lot of Haitians in America. We're taking over the world. Pretty soon, Haitian men and Haitian women are going to outnumber African-American men and women in America. Haitians are becoming the dominant black group on College and Univ...
Back in Hazely frustration grows. Whilst Abigail Morgan is lying in her hospital bed, diddling herself at her leisure, for the girls of Hazely it is business – or rather lack of business – as usual. Every girl is feeling the strain. Some express their frustration through outbursts of temper: others burst into tears at the slightest provocation. Even the go...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 21 Shirley St. Martin smiled as she; Theresa Weinstein and Briah Weinstein stood in the Bridal Boutique of Babbage's Department Store and waited for Caitlin Weinstein to come out. Theresa looked uncomfortable and haggard and Briah looked s...