His story of her Fantasy: Here's an attempt at a 200 word very short seduction story written first person from the woman's perspective. After I wrote it, I had a good idea who the characters were and I liked them so I had to write a "his & hers" version. It evolved into a longer His view & her view of the same event::: Here's the short, short story, Followe...
It's eight-thirty p.m., the outside temperature is sixteen degrees, there is a foot of snow on the ground and I'm in my bare feet running for my life. All because I like to kid around at work. That's right! I was just kidding around and here I am hoofing down the street with my shirt and coat in one hand and my shoes in the other while behind me a voice i...
All rights reserved. Story cannot be used on any other site without permission from the author. * * * * * "I can't fucking believe this," Steve thought to himself. There he stood, dressed in a green knee-length brocade coat, green leggings, and what he thought looked like a green velvet jester's hat. "No one looks good in green," he thought, grabbing his c...
I had been talking with a guy from near Branson for about 6 months, he was divorced and had a son staying with him He seemed to be a real nice guy and was in his late 30s, his son was 18. Well one evening I received a chat request from him and as we talked, he invited me to come down to Branson on the following weekend to meet and go out, we had exchanged a...
Their stifled laughter bounced off the rain-slick sidewalks and the well-watered cars parked along the street. By now whatever they had originally been laughing about is long since forgotten, but the giggling, swaying pair walking towards her house was far from caring why. Drunk on silliness rather than spirits, they tiptoed their way up the steps, across th...
Hi, I am Anil here. Here I am writing a story which is sent to me by my friend in Bombay namely, Ayesha. And here I am writing on her behalf and I am considering my as Ayesha. I am a Christian girl from the beautiful city of Bombay. I have stayed all my life here in Bombay. I completed my graduation from Jai Hind college in Mumbai and now I am working in a...
The water came dangerously close to his feet, the last wave had almost kissed the bottom of his boots. He took a few steps towards the safety of upper ground, never taking his eyes off the majesty of it all: the stormy sea, the cold, harsh wind blowing though his hair, the port wall, in the distance, almost being swallowed by the waves. He wrapped himself u...
It was a few years ago now, when you could still stand up in the terraces at football matches and I was about 18 or 19. One day, we were packed into the terraces as usual, watching United in an FA Cup third round tie - United were a small club even then, not First Division, so this was a bit of excitement. I was there with a group of mates and as it was a bi...
I found myself moving speedily down the un-peopled street. Yes, it was cluttered with debris, and piles of dirty snow, but at this time of early morning, the sidewalks of my hometown were deserted. The city that never sleeps is a misnomer. It does sleep, albeit in fits and starts somewhere between the waning moon and the approach of dawn. It was frigid and I...
"Where are we? " asked Dawn when her eyes adjusted to the gloom of the room "You tell me sweet thang" said Faith snapping her gum and grinning "I dunno. You just told me to close my eyes and think of some place exciting and dangerous" said Dawn turning around to face the dark hair anti-slayer. Faith shrugged and reflected back to the events that had deliv...