First Contact: Picnic Mark and Kajura had been out all morning after they headed into town, and there was no indication they would even be back before night. To pass the time, Sarah had been playing with Taipan quite a lot. Since both were a little on the immature side, they seemed to get along quite well with Sarah more than happy to be on the receiving...
The elevator door opened on gold and gilt and blood. I stepped out, shotgun in hand and looked around the corporate section of Virgil station, my lip curling slightly. I wasn't sure what disgusted me more: The gaudy art-deco designs of the walls, with angelic figures holding aloft the ceiling by upthrust palms, like recreations of Atlas...or the bodies. It l...
...continued from part one: the next sound we both heard was the gate opening and Juliette walking in... Olivia and I literally froze and immediately went bright red, ridiculously attempting to somehow cover up our naked bodies but it was utterly pointless; we were in full view. Neither of us could speak and, even if we could, what the hell would you say?...
This was the place. Heavy wooden beams stuck down from the already-too-low ceiling. Thick shocks of steam wafted from the kitchen, smelling sweet and sour, and mixed with gritty clouds of tobacco smoke. Candles hung inside paper lamps, a fire hazard. To Mel, it looked like any other run-down noodle house in the nation, but this was most definitely the place....
Casey woke to the warm Florida breeze drifting through one of his condo's open windows. Rubbing his weary eyes, he rolled onto his side and reached for his phone on the nightstand. Groaning that the time was only quarter to six in the morning, he rested his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. His mind drifted about, playing back the events...
By rutger5 An Original Story (Copyright 2013) * "Well if you can make it here by eleven then I'll see you, otherwise don't bother." "No problem Ms. Duro, I'll be there. Goodbye," I told her with more confidence then I felt. To say I'd be cutting it close would be an understatement. Without a second to spare I hurried to get ready. After a quick shower an...
Note: My character in the story is an English teacher but I am not one in real life. So grammar nazis can be lenient on me & the racists can keep their snide remarks to themselves. Note: This story is dedicated to Mona. If you are reading this story Mona, I have read your mail and I am touched. Be the character...be what you want to be. I sighed as I fi...
It was a warm spring night, for a dinner with friends at an upscale, trendy restaurant somewhere in the city. We both dressed a little nicer than the norm because the occasion and location demanded it. I was in a blazer, blue shirt and blue and green striped tie, but I couldn't hold a candle to how beautiful and sexy you were--a slim, shiny black cocktail dr...
(It is recommended that you view the previous chapters before reading on. These stories deal with several areas of sexuality that some may find uncomfortable in a bad way. If you wish to read on you do so at your own risk. All characters portrayed in these stories are completely fictional and only exist in my mind and those of my readers.) * It was around...
This story is the sequel to Club Paradise, but can be read apart. There will be a third and fourth chapter. I'm not sure I've chosen the category correctly, so feel free to leave a comment. And I´m still looking for a native-speaking English writer who would like to help me out with grammar and spelling... Have fun! ------ Last year's Christmas dinner was...