My lazy stay-at-home Friday, started wonderfully with that car-based release of pressure. After putting our clothes back on with fumbling fingers and trying to fix both my and his hair, whilst looking guiltily out of the windows of his car, John drove us back to the grocery store. We gave each other one long, loving kiss and said goodbye. I slowly walked to...
Authors Note: If you aren't a fan of the He-Man cartoon series of 1983, then this story will have little meaning for you. And if you are, then it'll probably feel a little sacrilegious; it does for me, too! But it was just too much fun not to write, and I tried not to have our heroes do anything beneath their dignity. So please forgive me, and just enjoy the...
I just want to start off by saying that I know that there are no orcs or elves in Greek mythology, I just thought that they would be a good addition to the story. ************************* There was quite a commotion going on in Mount Olympus, some Gods were outraged, some didn't want to be there and some were drunk. Nevertheless, on this day every Olympi...
Sarah's eyes flicked up from paperwork spread over the conference table as Paul brought a man into the office. The man was average in height and looks, mid-40s, and refused to wear the usual hang-dog look of people who interacted with Sarah. Paul's hand was locked around the man's upper arm, propelling him into the small conference area. Sarah refused to ref...
When the car finally made its way up to the museum entrance, Michele was still splayed half naked on the back seat of the car, as Kincaid was slowly pulled her form fitting dress back down her body. When Michele was finally clothed, she tussled her long hair, after which she and Kincaid exited the car and said good-bye to Maurice, whom was scheduled to pick...
Author's Notes: (1) I have no idea where this story was lurking in my subconscious. It's dark and horrible, and maybe it springs from a fear of isolation from love and human contact; I don't know. (2) But for some reason I had fun writing this. And jeez, that's a scary statement. (3) For all you trolls out there, blast away. This one's for you. ***** Ja...
"Wakey wakey sweetie!" Paula beamed. "What is it?" Samantha mumbled, half asleep. "What do you mean what is it? It's Christmas!" Samantha's eyes lit up and slowly got up only for her to be tackled back down by Paula with the latter's boobs in the former's face. "Merry Christmas Sammy!" Paula cheered. She let go of the young woman. "Your boobs in my face...
This is a treatment of a story about Petra. She ultimately becomes who she wants to be, if you like this story, which parts would you like the author to expand on and continue writing about? ***** I don't know if it was actually formed in my mind what I was doing before those men. Harold had trained me to crave the concept of being enjoyed, and since I was...
CHAPTER SEVEN Joshua hated being exposed out in the open with all the delicate equipment. He knew that it was highly unlikely that anyone would turn into the secluded area, but he still had a bad feeling. He just wanted to wipe everything clean but needed to wait until the casualty was mounted on the table inside the cabin. The fact that Mr. Yousima was pe...
If you are reading this series for the first time, please start with A BusinessWoman's Journal April/May as it is the first segment of this story. November 2010 Tuesday, November 9, 2010 I had a chance to sneak on the Internet today. To say that I am addicted would be an understatement. I am spending more and more time at work on various forums and disc...