There is a misunderstanding in the world. For some reason, love has gotten a weird reputation. It's believed to be easy, to be beautiful, to be without hardship. Perhaps we can blame TV, with its trivialization of the human condition or perhaps humanity itself for falling for such a fallacy. Love is not easy. It's not always pretty either. This is a story ab...
1. M hadn't planned on doing this. It wasn't the kind of thing she enjoyed or approved of. She pretty much got bullied into it. Didn't want to be called a chicken or a prude. Her friends acted the whole time like it was no big deal, and she envied how easy it was for them, or at least their ability to fake it convincingly, if that was what they were doin...
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...
As promised, I hope I still have your attention. This is the final confrontation and the last chapter. Continuation ... We spent the rest of the afternoon going over different scenarios of how to break up this party and finally settled on one that seemed to have most chance of maximum impact with minimum effort. It was going to easier than I had first th...
Her arms hurt. All she remembered was the white van at the curb and a handkerchief over her nose. It was warm and her unclothed body was stretched vertically against a tile wall. There was water running nearby, and steam in the air. She tried to move, but restraints were around her wrists, her waist and her ankles. She said, "Help, where am I?" A gentle sp...
This morning began like any other morning for me. I missed most of it. This is what comes of being a night person, you tend to miss most of the mornings, at least that part of the mornings between four and eleven. As far as I was concerned mornings ended not long after my head hit the pillow, and stuttered back to life at eleven. Whoever's pillow it was didn...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Also, this is not a 'stroke' story. It is a Romance; the sex is minimal. So, if you're looking for a 'stroke' story, hit the backspace key on your keyboard. Chapter 1 "Love, love, love the pepper salad at Dead End," Darren Richards said. "Love, love, lo...
I've explored this theme before: first love and where it leads or doesn't lead. I'm convinced that in most cases it ends, as it should for all sorts of good reasons. My first love in college was a striking brunette who, I was firmly convinced, would someday be my wife. We parted during our sophomore year. Geography was a factor but there were other issues i...
We were no closer to finding Annalisa however her kidnappers had moved up their timetable. We previously had another 8 days to find her but they must have been feeling the pressure and reacted by shortening the amount of time they gave us to meet their demands. So we were down to only two days. This called for us to alter our plans significantly! When we s...
Totally a work of fiction. If you want reality, try another website. Thanks to Drbob80 for editing this story. This is my first fiction submission anywhere, so wish me luck as you start the read. High Society Beckons Her with a Slick Finger I read recently that when men and women are looking for a mate, they instinctively size each other up with regard to...