Part2: Hillary’s After School Job Three weekday evenings a week and every other weekend Hillary worked at a clothing store called Ups and Downs. Hillary absolutely hated to work, but because her mother refused to give her money to buy the things she needed to make her Renaissance Faire costume and other things she liked to make, she had to work. The job of...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (19 min/mp3) * * * * * The doorbell rang. David Hunt muttered "what fresh hell is this?" in frustration and went to the door. He didn't like receiving surprises. He liked to surprise other people. David looked through the peephole. He blinked and looked again. Then he smiled evilly and walked aw...
I looked around the restaurant nervously. I used to be really good at the dating thing, but years of not using my dating and flirting muscles had led to their atrophy. Blind dates like this one were especially trying because let's face it; a blind date is like sticking your arm in a geyser. Most of the time nothing happens, but if your timing isn't right you...
It wasn't a threesome, but rather two different sex acts in the same bed just minutes apart. Two friends. Different men. Different outcomes. It all began when I was leaving a party one very early morning. It had been a terrible party - I'd only stayed as I had no place else to go - and I had zero interest in accepting any of the offers for adult company th...
3 Days Earlier The air smelled of wet concrete. Not a bad smell, but nothing that anyone would associate with good memories either. Just the smell of things that make up a city: rain, concrete buildings, sidewalks, and broken dreams. He walked in through the marble lobby of the somewhat seedy office building. The Metropolitan had seen better days, Mike th...
Living in a small town of Boston, Massachusetts during the early 19th century, is a young Latina woman by the name of Rosalina. Her mother migrated from Brazil to Boston when she was just 4 years old. She is just one of many witches who must hide their secret identity from witch hunters who will hang her beautiful yet lifeless body for the townsfolk to gaze...
I woke up, the light of the morning sun warming the fur of my face. The scent of lilac and musk tickled my sensitive nostrils. I stretched out underneath the soft coverlet and hugged my pillow closely, pricking up my ears and listening for sounds of any nearby activity. I caught the faint murmur of voices below me and recognized them as belonging to my two n...
The electric yellow jacket hung in an insignificant corner of the department store, hidden on a rack of clearance items between a family of forgotten and unwanted blouses and skirts that were probably unfit for the tackiest of dressers. Fingering through them, I half expected a family of moths to flutter out. I wasn't sure what drew me to the jacket, and I...
Drivas had almost withdrawn feeling the strength of Sam. She was at the highest level that could be obtained and he was still far ahead of her. Best not anger him she thought. [Anger?] She heard Sam's thought interject. [No, it's more like piss me off to the extreme. You really don't want to do that, not now.] [All I want is to end hostilities with you Sam...
I had moved into a new neighborhood about 3 months ago. It wasn't anything super fancy, just a good decent middle-class neighborhood. Being a single guy, I was always on the lookout for any nice looking women. While I was moving in one of my neighbors from across the street came over to introduce themselves. Sarah and Brett Wicker were their names. Brett was...