Chapter 4: Will work for Mai Tais. Mike Nash was the darkest black man I'd ever laid my eyes on. He spoke in quick successive sentences that I strained to understand; I made a mental note to invest in a recorder so I could play back our conversations and try to pick out what it was he was saying. Mike also wore a shirt a size too small and pants that swishe...
Part 1 - Cheerleaders on the Beach We hid behind clumps of tall grass along the bluffs overlooking the beach. The summer night was warm, nearly moonless and inviting. Cody spread a beach blanket. This wasn't the first time I'd had sex near the shoreline, but it had always been deserted. Tonight there were dozens of people wandering along the strand. It seem...
The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather uninterestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my first story, Beneficially HIS. I would hope that you've read that first to know how the story has gone to this point. ******************** Ouch! Damned sun's bright this morning. My brain was void after such a deep sleep but finally found its BIOS. Hmm. Was it a dream? A puddle of red lingerie on the floor…hmmm, I w...
August Man it was hot. At the moment I was thankful my Mom had set me to work in the kitchen, where I could enjoy the comforts of the air conditioning. My cousins and their kids we're on they're way over for a barbeque and a swim in the pool. As it was so hot, I worked my way around the kitchen in a pair of cut off jean shorts and black bikini top. The...
(Please note, I'm from the UK, so football = soccer, unless you prefer otherwise!) It was a warm spring day, summer was promising to start and as usual Jason had to run to the bus. He hastily paid the fare and rushed to a seat sitting cross-legged. The local bus services had been cut, cut and then cut some more; so this was his last direct bus of the day. I...
ANGIE I'll have to rewrite some of this story, as the "nice" opening I had originally started with won't cut the mustard. Since things went south for me in the fall of 2004, I've had my eyes "opened" to more of the true nature of the girl involved. She's done some things in the intervening months that really make me question the kind of person I thought she...
Jason Miller loved to daydream. He was always sitting in class, as his teachers would ramble on about hypotenuses, mixtures and suspensions or Greek mythology. While most of the teachers liked him, he never seemed to apply himself properly to his homework, choosing to blow it off until the last second when he scribbled in answers one minute before the bell r...
Author's Note The Story over all: I only I hope Dickens doesn't come and get me for this but the name came to me the moment I ready about the winter contest and I had to do it. Destined to be 5 chapters total with one chapter devoted to each spirit of Christmas, this is not going to be short. So if you are looking for a short simple read to a quick and easy...
"I'm glad the day is done," I say, as I sit back in the couch and sigh contentedly. I raise the remote control and turn off the television. You smile softly at me, unknowing of my intentions. "Would now be a good time to show you what I bought today?" you ask. "Sure, I'd like that," I say, pleased you remembered. "Alright. I'll be right back." "No rush,...