The Saint Mark, 115 East 9th Street at 3rd Avenue, East Village Evelyn Green bit into the juicy red apple, the sound echoing off the tiles in the kitchen. She chewed thoughtfully as she stared at the words on the laptop screen, occasionally pausing to make additions to the text as needed. She reviewed a newly written passage. Near the border between the...
Special mention to Hatsuda for editing this series In this story, knockout teen cheerleader Hailey meets an overweight and balding sixty-eight year old family friend in a trendy bar. He also happens to be the father to her ex. ***** Her remarkable vital statistics, standing 5' 6" tall, weighing 110 pounds with measurements of 36DD-21-33 made the 18 yea...
Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short...
Matt Williams was supposed to be paying careful attention to the basketball game taking place on the court in front of him. That was, after all, why he was there. He was the school photographer at Jamestown High School and he needed to take photos of the game for the yearbook. But, instead of watching the game, he was watching Mary Forrester, his best frien...
True to her name, my wife Dixie is all Southern girl. Having been brought up near Atlanta, she speaks with that cute/sexy accent. Dixie is a sweet as the tea she drinks. She has lovely smooth curves, unlike the skinny California girls I grew up with. She is also shy about our making love, keeping all references in the bedroom "where they belong." As she beco...
The thin second hand crept around the clock face until its snail-like progress caused the minute hand to finally snap into the position over the 12. "Okay, that's it for today," Mrs. Chandler announced. Tossing her book bag over a shoulder Danielle Lawrence joined her three detention fellows into the hall. Outside they each went their separate ways, a cou...
She avoided me for a few days, it felt like months, every hour she hid in her room, slipped out before I was awake, passed me in the kitchen without speaking, I felt it in my belly, a quickening when I heard her footsteps, the hope, she'd speak to me, look at me, allow me to apologise. And then awful churning despair when she left. When nothing happened. I...
Malcolm walked into the house and found Sabella standing in the foyer. They stared at each other both knowing what the other was thinking. Neither of them said a word as Sabella went upstairs to her room and Malcolm headed into the kitchen to eat breakfast. "Who was at the door?" Mabel asked as he sat down at the table to eat. "Ed Winters," Malcolm repli...
Hope was deep into her friend's latest murder novel she had just published and didn't hear the door. When she felt eyes on her, she looked up and was shocked to see it was the guy from the hotel. Oh my God, she thought. Mark couldn't believe his mystery girl was sitting on his sister's couch. What the... "How did you get in my sister's house?" He suddenly b...
The rain pelted down on the two women like Thebinian sling bullets on a Gothmark horde. It made their night dash through the murky Breinden swamp all the more dangerous, but the duo didn't dare slow their pace — not when the beastly howls could still be heard over the downpour. "Faster, Sera! I can still hear them!" Romica Fey Blood yelled to her half...