Copyright @ calibeachgirl Thanks to estragon and deepblue * Chapter 8 "What is this?" he demanded, finding his voice at last. "You say you're leaving? But that's impossible, totally unacceptable! I just arrived here a few days ago and I am depending on you to help me. Surely it's not necessary for you to leave now, before breakfast? How will you even rea...
Dave took his foot off the pedal and stepped on the brakes lightly, bringing the car to a a halt. We were now right in front of a small "paan" shack on the Bombay-Agra highway somewhere in Northern Maharashtra. It was 3 in the afternoon, and the sun was shining bright. Dave put the car in neutral and looked at me. "You know what I want." he said. I nodded...
Chapter 5: Colors of Delirium ***** Finally, the chapter is here! More importantly, the next chapter is finished, which means it should be here in a few days to a week or two, instead of... however long this chapter took >_> ... Sorry. Anyways! I hope you guys like this one. Content Warning: Non-consent. Comments and critiques always welcome! CCG...
Lindsey woke at 11:30 a.m., groggy but not hung over. Her boyfriend Steve was passed out, naked, on the bed next to her. Lindsey shook him gently, but he didn't stir. There was a used condom on the bed, and she vaguely remembered him fucking her for a brief period before passing out the previous night. Despite being conventionally attractive, reasonably swe...
(with all due apologies Mr. Steinbeck, the title was just too perfect not to use) * Of all the professions out there, no one has to answer to more masters than teachers do. Between the school boards who hire them and the principals who monitor their every move, to varying degrees, teachers also have to deal with the competitive, and often times petty natur...
Thanks for all the positive feedback on 'Fulfilling Jamie' guys. This one is written in kind of the same vein, but the subject matter is a bit different. Before I get more confused letters, please note that I am a male writing from the female perspective... I don't know why, I just find female first person hot. Disclaimer: The boys in this story are eightee...
"They've gone!" Miranda could hardly control her excitement. She burst into the dormitory, pushing a chair under the door handle by habit. "I don't think Nurse Bishop believed it for a moment, but she signed my note, and Forsdyke accepted it like a lamb." Miranda stood at the window, looking down the drive. She said: "you better pass your clarinet exam,...
Kyle David Watson was 34 years old and a paradox. A college dropout shouldn't have had his business savvy. Someone of his intellect should never have had such trouble remaining focused in college. His calm, quiet demeanor didn't match his muscled, 6'2" frame. His nerd-like fascination with gadgets and technology didn't match his athletic ability. His apathy...
This is the final chapter in my re-post of Jenny, a story written over two years ago when I was just starting. I have edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability. * Jenny and Ingrid were enjoying the last minutes of their "girls' night out" as they sat in Ingrid's great room and enjoyed a glass of wine. Jenny had told Ingrid...
I'd been slumming for a few weeks after getting bailed out of jail by Claudia's dad. He was some high priced lawyer and she'd practically begged him to help me but at the cost of my pride and self-respect after being caught with a prostitute. After grilling me on whether or not I was in a relationship with his daughter, Maury gave me a verbal dress down. He'...