"GIN!" "What the fuck?! How in the hell did you do that?! I only played three cards." Gary cried. "It is all about clean livin'. And I believe that is set, game, and match," she said triumphantly. "I have always been a man of honor, so your wish is my command; at least until we awake tomorrow morning." "Oh goodie! Go run me a bubble bath and set the TV t...
The midday sunlight streamed down and made the leaves of the trees and shrubs look like a vibrant emerald green. Joan's loose white cotton dress flapped in the breeze against her legs as she emerged from the woods. The grass was soft under her bare feet as she made her way into the meadow. Across the clearing she could see some grapes hanging from a vine. Th...
This will make even less sense if you haven't read the first part. This story seems to be doing that weird thing of writing itself (or at least demanding that I rewrite what it doesn't like), and apparently it wants to progress by way of scenes, rather than chapters, so parts are less stand-alone than you might wish. ***** Holding me, his dick still semi-h...
It was hard to miss Harmony. It was my second year at college. And early in the year, it dawned on me that I kept hearing this one girl's name in almost all of my classes' roll calls. Finally, all the way across a lab I figured out who she was. It was amazing that it had taken me so long to notice her. She was short, maybe 5'1", had shoulder-length mousy b...
I am weird. There, I finally said it. My name is Clarice Juanita Samson. I'm a tall, good-looking young black woman. These days, I'm a student at Harmony College, a small private school located in Harmony, Maine. It's a very good school. I selected it among a sea of others because it offered excellent athletic opportunities for both sexes and had an even num...
Our story starts with a young woman named Harmony. At 20 years old, she was absolutely stunning and caught the attention of some of her male counterparts in college. Her hair was a deep orange, like the glow of a flame on a summer evening. The woman's eyes were an intense olive green with flecks of brown throughout. Freckles adorned her pale complexion and r...
Martin looked once again at the letter he held in his hand as if unable to comprehend or accept what it contained. He reread it for the third time. "My Dear Martin, "I have to tell you that our relationship is over, as is our planned marriage." "I'm sorry to be so blunt, but it seems the best way rather than prevaricating, and knowing you as I do, alw...
Lorna's Journals (Part Four) We sailed along the pavements and past historic London scenes to an impressive new riverfront apartment house. It had about fifteen floors and at least five luxury flats per floor. The lobby alone would have said "super wealthy" with the sheer elegance it provided for you in just this first peep at Thames riverside life. Raymond...
The day started off like any other day for Cassandra. She was awakened by the soft kiss of the sunrise and the sound of the waves rolling up to her Malibu Beach home. Her husband, like always, had already left for work early and hadn't bothered to make love to her or even kiss her before leaving. She rose from her bed and went out on the balcony overlooking...
Ted settled in with his second cup of coffee. Having answered his email and checked in with Steve at the home office, he was ready to start the long and tedious project report. "Project reports are incredibly dull. But they are a necessary evil," he would tell Georgette when she asked why he disliked them so. This one was going to prove to be a doozie. The p...