Hi. You can call me Evelyn. There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this...
She had spent all of her life running, running from her past, running from her future, running from things that would scare her so badly she felt like she could not breathe. One of those things she ran so desperately away from was love. She had seen what it could do in the past, what it did to her family, her friends and occasionally even to herself when she...
I was a science teacher working in Indonesia. She was a Chinese lady who taught at the same school, but in the junior section. So we were colleagues who met daily in the teacher's common room. We also met almost every week at the endless birthday parties that our students used to throw. Parents always insisted that some teachers were invited to these parti...
Dr Jessica Walton floated into the conference room like a fragrance to join Moriarty and the three nurses around the table. A petite woman in her late thirties, she dressed like a senior executive, exuding an air of calm corporate efficiency. "Good morning ladies," she chirped, gliding into her seat. "I thought I should introduce myself before my first ses...
Dear Shoeblossom: Most of my life, I've been known for bad skin and worse work habits. But Amaretto, my wife loves me anyway "You're good for nothing, Zits, but unlike the other bums in the neighborhood you don't bother to take my purse in the bathroom...you dip in it right in front of me...at least you're no phony!" One day Amaretto came home from work gr...
"My name is Sonja, I haven't seen you before?" "I'm Dorothy, no I've just been hired. You?" "In here? Many times, It's the only way you can keep your job with this company and there is a depression out there, so you submit." They were both handcuffed side by side to a bar on a wall, forcing them to bend over displaying their naked rear charms to the room....
PART ONE "H...H..Hi." Sudhir stammered, standing before Priya in front of her house. He bowed down his head slightly and joined his hands, but kept his eyes raised so he could still see her incredibly beautiful face. There was no training oneself for a moment like this. What should one say when they see the Goddess? What is the appropriate greeting? Sudhir...
Everything felt dizzy, like if he had been spun around and around. Even without opening his eyes, his head was swimming. Slowly, Alaron Highforge forced them open. He had expected pain from the light, but found himself in a dark room. One too blurred by his vision to be comfortable to watch. He swiftly shut his eyes again, hoping the dizziness would subside...
Laura and I had talked about self-love before (for some reason we never said the word "masturbate" or "masturbation"). Yet I was still surprised by her request, that cozy winter Friday night before we nodded off in each other's arms in my sparse off-campus college bedroom. We had been an item at university for several months now, and pretty much every Friday...
Author's note: The Carter brothers' legend is a well-known piece of "fakelore" in the New Orleans French Quarter. Tour guides who tell a good story can get a larger tip by pointing out the home of the vampires who cheated death in Louisiana's electric chair and escaped from their family crypt in St. Louis Cemetery. I've been writing about the Carter brothers...