Shortly before I began my junior year at SUNY Binghamton, I rented a room in a boarding house near the campus. I was tired of dorm life. The noise and the lack of privacy during my first two years at college had always been very annoying. My roommates were tolerable, but they tended to invite friends over at all hours for parties or long, dull bullshit sessi...
Kirk Auger enjoyed living in the state if Georgia for each all of his forty-four years. He owned and operated a successful Log Cabin style Bed and Breakfast assisted by his forty-two year old wife Tanya, to whom he had been married to for twenty-three years. They had two daughters, Tiffany and Autumn, who were somehow born on same date, three years apart. T...
At age forty-two, Miriam Canalis had a body that many teenagers would envy. She was svelte and athletic, with a slender waist, tight abs, dancer's legs and firm, and round breasts that seemed to defy gravity. When she was younger, she had made a name for herself as a model. In my opinion her body was lean, toned, and curvy enough that she could still succeed...
The trip we were taking was a typical business trip. My wife and I and two other partners own a major import export business, and therefore often she travels with me all over the world. This time it was nothing exotic, we were visiting old friends in Northern Indiana. We found ourselves bored on a Friday night and she found a local club in the warehouse dist...
Chapter 2 The next day passed much like the day before, but with a few changes. The dark elf had weakened even more as he refused Mistale's offer of food and water. She boiled a piece of meat to make a broth, holding a cup to his lips. He gathered what little strength he had left to knock the cup away, sloshing warm broth all over her hand. "Don't be stup...
/ /Author's Note: This story, Terrible Company, is sprawling sword-and-sorcery fantasy satire with a diverse cast of characters. Over its many chapters, those characters will have interactions (both with each other and others) that cross many of the lines that exist between Lit genres. I have come to believe that breaking the story into those different categ...
After last nights ordeal I was given something to drink and taken to a bedroom upstairs. What I drank must have had some kind of drug in it because I was knocked out. I bet I was asleep in just a couple of minutes. I barely even remember lying down. When I woke up I was naked, sore as hell and felt very dirty. I looked around the room and noticed it was de...
Copyright ©, 2006. All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Contains adult content. * Throughout a person's life, there come any number of potential epiphanies and character-changing events. The challenge is to recognize those opportunities, because the...
39-year-old Tariq Manning blew out a sigh as he looked over some papers as he sat at his desk. They were credit card statements and bills. Man, I need to have a talk with Tonia, he thought. Her spending is out of control. Tonia was his wife of three years and was the definition of a trophy wife. He smiled as he thought about her and his loins warmed. The wom...
"Still drinking Spanish lager then Steve? I got you one in." That was it with Kev, we hadn't seen each other for about 6 months and we always picked up as though we had only see each other yesterday. "Creature of habit I am," said I, slurping the ice cold San Miguel. "How's fatherhood working out for you?" "That's the trouble, I'm now a Dad first and a sh...