In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the res...
I was at work, ploughing through my list of jobs I had to do. My boss walked in, "hey Scott," he said, "you're a running man aren't you?" "Yeah, I like a good run on the weekend," I replied, "why do you ask, are you finally going to get rid of that beer belly?" "Haha, you funny fucker," he said, "It's not about me, it's about Dani." My heart skipped a...
"So, shouldn't we be getting to it?" Lucia's question had my hormones quite ready to answer before my rational brain realized she was referring to the forging. Her flirty smile perked up seeming to be truly enjoying teasing me with the constant innuendo and double entendre. Like she was daring me to push past reason and just take a leap. To walk over and gra...
*Author's Note* Thank you for the encouraging comments from Chapter 1. This is my first time trying to write a werewolf story. It is unedited. If you notice any errors, please let me know. Feedback is welcome. CHAPTER 2 Ella stood and looked at her destroyed house. Her father was wandering around muttering about how he lost a house and car all in one day....
It was a warm and sunny summer afternoon. I went to the grocery store where I met one of my former students working as a cashier. "Wow, Mr. Price my old history teacher shopping for his own groceries?!?" Kim kidded. "It's off to the principal's office for you young lady!" I joked "Hi Kim, how are you doing today? My housekeeper got married a few weeks ago....
"Is there any place to lie down?" Ilysa was alone in the warehouse with Mike and Joe. Even though she spoke softly, her voice echoed in the cavernous building. Kaytee had called earlier in the week. "Mike and Joe will be the only two working third shift in the warehouse on Thursday. I'd suggest that you use that day to make good on your promise." Though sh...
This is not my first story, but I will explain that I became a foot fetish mistress as part time work, and yes for the $250/hour I charge but also because my husband (yes husband) made me agree to tell him every detail of my adventures while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It is his secret turn on. This particular job came about after I adverti...
With a huge effort, Arin stepped aboard the small square craft, floating about ankle-height off the raised walkway. It was almost nine o'clock at night, and she needed to get back to her airship. The only problem was her brother Lea: he'd attended the first part of a meeting with her that afternoon, and split off from her around four to get some food. Arin h...
Better Than Disney Land The Summer of 86' Part II of IV This is a continuation of my memoir titled Better Than Disney Land. Part two of my memoir from The Summer of 1986. My wife and I (though we were four years away from getting married) had a very significant little love fest with another young couple we became very close friends with. This is the seco...
Would you believe that we met at a church? Ironic. I still remember seeing her, eyes closed, on her knees, her wavy, blonde hair cascading down her back. I admit, my mind immediately began daydreaming of what else she might do in that position. Little did I know just how right I was. I'm just lucky I had happened to attend that week with my friend. He was...