Fiona had bought the first ticket she could get her hands on. Which just so happened to be one to Sitka. A small island located in Alaska. One of which can be accessed by plane or boat. Honestly, she had expected to go somewhere far warmer.... but she had left this decision up to fate, having chosen the first option flight that had been suggested... The flig...
Everything was on the line. It was 11:29 pm, and the executives at ABS were profoundly nervous. The debut edition of their live comedy program, "Rough Sketch," would hit the airwaves in just one minute, and the suits feared a disaster. "Rough Sketch" was ABS's effort to go head-to-head against "Saturday Night Live," and the trade magazines thought the idea...
One of the requirements for successfully completing a medical degree is to do some outside of school "experimental research." The science we learn in the classroom can only go so far, they say, so the enlightened Chapman graduate needed to display some extra-curricular initiative. This naturally led me to the Heavy Lids Sleep Lab in Catonsville MD, where I w...
One afternoon during the following week, Mr Gallagher was casually looking out of his window onto the lush green lawns below his study and saw something that took his eye. He rang his bell and his faithful secretary Miss O'Hare entered his room quietly. "You called me Head Master?" The Head nodded. "I have just seen Mrs West crossing the lawn from the gymna...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story but it will make more sense and give you the background of the characters and the story line if you read the first two chapters. As always constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. ****************** I think I'll take a couple of days rest in Albuquerque, Dillon thought as he rode into th...
My concentration shot directly into my panties, my damp cunt literally overflowing with juices. It was a wonder Mr. Gallagher didn't actually squirt on those erect nipples of mine. My tits bounced out of the white bra I wore with such fury, it looked like an attack on his penis. He looked at my resumé, nodding. "Come on," I thought to myself. "Look up at m...
This is another departure from my normal type of story. I hope the readers will receive this tale as well as they did my prior story in this vein, The Trail West. As always, constructive comments, critiques, and emails are hoped for and appreciated. This story is loosely based and greatly inspired by the song Winterborn by the Cruxshadows. I'm not usually...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Some of you will not like the story and that is okay. A few of you will tear it apart with invective ... and not have the courage to sign your name. I still prefer to give you the opportunity to comment but please have the intes...
Mr Gallegar was 6 ft maybe a little more. He was a very successful realtor, retired, in his early 50’s now. Very tanned fit and in a pair of Jogging sweats he was still handsome. “ Coffee?” he asked. Rita realized she hadn’t had her morning coffee. “ Sure, Thank you. Glenda said you sounded way too happy when you called and that means there is something w...
Rachel Durand frowned, unconsciously chewing her lip as she stared at the math problem before her. The light was dim in the classroom, one lone desk lamp casting shadows on the walls around her slim form. Her eyebrows were pressed together as she studied the equation in the book, then the problem on the white board before her, and back to the book again. Sub...