Es war drei Uhr in der Früh als die junge Krankenschwester ihre Schicht beendete. Sie war sehr müde, und als sie sich im Schwesternzimmer umzog musste Uschi sich gegen den Blechschrank lehnen um nicht vor Erschöpfung umzufallen. Doch schließlich trug das schlanke Mädchen mit den kurzen, dunkelblonden Haaren wieder ihre Privatkleidung und nahm ihre Jacke in d...
Chapter 17 – Surprise party? No. Surprises? Oh yes. A man walks into a bar... Yes gentle reader it's the same man and the same bar. A man walks into a bar and tries to look surprised that all his friends are there already. It's his birthday. This he knows because everyone's singing "...Happy birthday, dear Daniel...Happy birthday to you..." He has to fake...
Ulrike ist mit ihren 24 Jahren eine wahre Schönheit, sie hat schulterlange, lockige, blonde Haare, hat leuchtend blaue Augen, einen hübschen, strammen Busen, eine Wespentaille, einen sehr knackigen Po, sehr lange schlanke Beine, ist im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes bildhübsch, bei einer Größe von 1,78 wiegt sie 60 kg. Sie ist Referendarin an einer Gesamtschule,...
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I'm sitting at a drawing board in a musty classroom, inhaling charcoal dust and acrylic paint and the emanations of tobacco-soaked pea coats. My hands are quivering slightly as I anticipate the moment—not more than minutes away now—when the love of my life will uncover her nudity before me, and before a small congregation of unwashed lesbians and bearded mor...
Written by lilgirlsix and Archangel_M Edited by Doctime ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ lilgirlsix: I think this is the chapter that drove Doctime crazy. Well, the first one to drive him crazy. AA and I had an idea about how these 19th century characters differed from those in the present. Thank you, Doctime, for giving us ideas and options. We may not always have agre...
This is my own sequel to the story "Something We Have To Talk About" by nici. As you can see, it's a bit different from her conclusion to it. Susan will learn a hard lesson in the process. I am also borrowing SEVERUSMAX's idea in the next chapter of using the theme from the Bonnie Raitt "Let's Give 'Em Something To Talk About" for Jonathan and a new woman. I...
Sie sah die andere Frau an, die nervös eine Zigarette rauchte. Es war sonst Niemand in dem großen Damenumkleideraum des Polizeipräsidiums. "Weißt Du, worauf Du dich da einlässt?" Polizeimeisterin Sandra Berger drückte Ihre Zigarette aus und strich sich die langen blonden Haare aus dem hübschen, aber ernstem Gesicht. "Na hör mal, Du hast doch a...
A young woman stopped a few feet from where I sat at an outdoor café in Trier, Germany. Had she been well groomed, she would have been stunningly beautiful. However, her jeans and T-shirt looked as though she had worn them day and night for several weeks, and her hair hadn't been combed or brushed for at least that long. Tears seemed ready to burst from her...
Dear Reader, This is my entry for the Winter Holiday Contest, I hope you enjoy it. Please note, substantial parts of this story contain conversations in German. Since I assume most of my readers are not fluent in German, the story is told in the English language with Italics used to identify when German is being spoken. I use some actual German, but I thi...