You've come home from work on your break for lunch, and are making yourself a sandwich. You pour yourself some iced tea and take the sandwich on a plate to the bedroom. I tell you that we have fresh cherries, and give you some to eat. You grudgingly take a few and eat them between mouthfuls of sandwich. I want to talk but you don't seem to be in the mood for...
This is my first story submission, all creative comments are welcome. A special thanks to Jack Orff for his editing. ********************************************** Well, she had been unemployed for two months now, and still there was no light at the end of the tunnel. She had a last resort option, but even that was starting to look better then having the...
Maggie hated the daily commute. Same routine, same smells, same noises, same faces. Morning and evening Monday to Friday and the only change was if the train was late, oh the excitement that that can generate. So here we are again. Thursday and the five o'clock. Fight to get on, fight for a seat, didn't manage to get the window so it's the aisle. Get the boo...
Fun in Mayfair Author's Note This is a work of fiction, but part of it is based on an actual event. Which bit and whether that event happened to me or someone else, I'm not saying... ***** She smiled back at me from the full length mirror. Long blonde hair, tied back to prevent it falling across her face. Light blue-green eyes beneath a thin line of f...
"Why so glum Justine?" Ann asks after watching her best friend for several minutes realizing that something was amiss. "I don't know. I think that there is something in life that I missed. You know being 55 years old you look back a lot and wonder...," replies Justine with an audible sigh. "I don't understand. I look at you and see a beautiful, intelligen...
This is the prequel to "Perfect Picture" and will be a multi chapter story. This is a work of fiction and all characters are consenting adults over 21. I want to thank everyone for their feedback on Perfect Picture and that encouraged me to continue this story. I especially want to thank NadiaLove17 for her incredible dialog, plot and story ideas and dancing...
A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surround...
Dear Readers, this is my first submission and I would really like to thank my editor extraordinaire whyte_wyvern for his assistance. Any errors that have occurred are after his gracious help. * Part One The tale of a modern day Dungeon Assistant My name is Igor (Ygor). Well not really, it's actually, Jake. I like to think of myself as the dungeon's ass...
My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determine...
Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house. Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had beco...