"Ouch!" Doug yelped as the minivan went over a particularly large pothole. The drive from Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia, to Sen Monorom, a small town in the northeast of the country, had already taken almost 7 hours. Doug knew that the road was likely to be in a rough condition, but he was not quite prepared for making summersaults every 30 seconds or...
Janet is an aspiring author in her late twenties. She received a bachelor's in English Literature with a desire to write fiction, but school loans made it necessary to get a job right out of college. Writing and working a day job is tough, so it took her six years to get her first draft even close to finished. Even then, it wasn't ready to submit to agents,...
OK, the hopeless romantic in me could not leave their story here. This is my ending. No sex but, hopefully, an interesting and enjoyable read. This is written in British English with a number of English terms. Most will be obvious from context but I have made a few notes at the end. Vitorio ~~~ No, not chance surely. There is a pattern -- isn't there? Wha...
The following week I didn't hear from Jacqui or her mum. I felt a bit let down, as I thought they had enjoyed our day together and might want a repeat, but I heard nothing. I thought of ringing, but decided it was up to them to contact me -- they knew where I was and that I was up for it, in all senses of the word. The person I did hear from though was my n...
Note from Jamie: this is a sequel to the story "Emily's slutty experience", but can be read as a standalone story. Part 1 is about Emily cheating on her husband, Part 2 is a gangbang. *** Emily's train pulled into her home station at 6.30 pm on Friday. She commuted into London every day from a town on the city's periphery and the train was full of similarl...
The gray areas had become very wide and ill-defined, their edges fuzzy. There was very little, it seemed, that could be seen as simply black or white. Not good or bad, right or wrong; not happy or sad, love or hate, best or worst; neither interest or indifference, nor concern or apathy. The list just went on—nothing was absolute. Just shades of gray. Nora D...
This story starts where my story "On Display" stopped. I recommend that you read "On Display" first. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between...
I'm sorry I've not written anything new in a while, but my second book has been doing better than I could've ever dreamed of. I hope you all enjoy what you're about to read, but keep in mind, that like all of my stories, this one, too, is pure and total fiction. That means that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional story. In the mean time, I wi...
I've always had a crush on my best friend Kayla's dad, Ben. At thirty-six, he's a young dad. He got Kayla's mom pregnant when he was eighteen, so the fact that he's so young has always meant that he's a little cooler than the rest of the parents. I've wanted him for years, but it wasn't like I was over run with opportunities to do something about it. All tha...
"...and this is the darkroom where we still do some old-school pictures now and then." Allison said as we toured the Journalism department. She was pointing at what looked like a regular classroom door, but it had a red light mounted above it and a big warning sign on it telling all not to enter when the light is on. Allison is the journalism teacher at t...