Chapter 7 Saturday We arrived at the Mu House with a few minutes to spare. Every light was on in the house and we could hear music playing from inside. It sounded like they were having a party. I guessed we were the guests of honor. I knocked on the door and it was answered by Prof. Jorgensen. "Come in." She said. "Let's go down to the basement so we can g...
The first time that it happened, it was rather on the odd side, but I chose not to comment too much on it when I first saw it. After all, it was probably just a college dorm prank by one of my roommates, albeit in very poor taste, at least unless his girlfriend was okay with it (or if he had bought them himself and wore them). A pair of red satin panties l...
Chapter 12 in the Mr. Basketball series. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and older. ***** "Welcome to Duke University," the coach said as we entered her office. "It's more like welcome back for me," I said offering Taylor a seat after we shook hands. "Oh?" she asked curiously. "I played three seasons for coach K before I was injured a...
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Felicia Hardy, aka the Black Cat, slowly rappelled down the side of the building; the rear alley she had chosen was devoid of streetlights and apparently deserted. The young burglar had waited for almost an hour while hidden in shadows, just to observe any activity in the alley. Her skin-tight costume, which made her almost invisible to the eye, was complete...
My name is Joan. For the purposes of this story you don't need to know my last name, though I shall tell you a few details of my history and myself as they become pertinent to my tale. To start, I graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas not long ago with double BAs in accounting and computer science. As our story begins I was 22 years old and had...
You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! ** Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall... —One Slip from Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason...
This one is due to all the late, sleepless nights spent in Ken's basement as we put together the beginnings of an epic tale. None of us knew at the time just how much it would captivate our imaginations and, hopefully, the imaginations of others. Here's to Ken and Dave. Also note that this is part of a trilogy. The sequel to this is Yamara, and then the thi...
Flora Radisson gets just what she wants when the townsfolk burn her at the stake. "Flora Radisson, under the laws of the Commonwealth of Salem Massachusetts, on this day of our Lord in 1692, I find you guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring," said the Honorable Judge Robert Hall. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I p...
I was a 22 year old teacher when this experience occurred. My training had just finished and I was about three months into my first appointment. I was a little surprised by the politics of the work place. I had naively assumed that all these bright, intelligent teachers would work together for the betterment of the kids. Hah! But that is another story. Anywa...