Elisha rode the bus towards home, trying to peer through the glass at the dark world outside; instead she saw only the reflection of what was in her proximity - her face, the face of the guy that sat next to her, along with all the other nameless strangers. That guy had been causing her problems for at least twenty minutes. First he was standing with his ph...
Author's note: Here's a short, weird one. Hope you enjoy. ***** "Mother, I think I've found the right one." "I hope you're right. We don't have much time left. Where did you find him?" "He's been living under the Seventh Street Bridge. He has a cardboard ground cover and a sleeping bag." "A homeless man, perfect. Does his face really look like your fath...
I want to start by saying that all of my stories are purely fictional and in no way should be taken for more than erotic fantasy. Having said that I will say that the characters I write about are real people in my life that I use for inspiration only. Their names and personal details have been altered to protect their true identities. If you like my storie...
In addition to creating realistic characters, in realistic (if not fantastic) situations, I've included a few exercises to help build those literary muscles. At the end of this piece, there should be some interesting situations Once you believe you have your cast of characters in full dimension, it is up to you to test these characters to insure they are n...
This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you'll enjoy. Ten chapters long it follows the story of a group of people involved in an investigation into the serial attacks on homeless women. Definition of a Sociopath – someone unconcerned about t...
I wasn't sure what category to put this story in. This is a story where a number of murders take place. In other words, this is a 'Who done it?' type of story. You may not want to read this story if you don't like this kind. A special 'Thank You' to my friend Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1: 'It was a dark and st...
"Freefall," Rebecca Quinn thought to herself as the elevator lowered her and her Husband down to the lobby of her office building so they could go have lunch together. "Freefall...That's just what my life feels like right now," she had to stifle a perverse chuckle at the irony of the comparison between the elevator and her place in life. Rebecca had been m...
*Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing and contributing some snippets of this story, and to HellCat_Sundry for her two cents. *All sex described in this story will be between consenting adults, 18 or over. * This is a long story. It's a story first, that happens to have erotic content in it. There is no sex until more than halfway through (approximately cha...
Katherine pushed down on the horn of her BMW, waiting while the old fart with the handicapped tag tried to parallel park. People on the street were staring at her, until she let go of the horn and sped off down the road. She resisted the urge to give the old guy the finger as she passed his car. Katherine was having a bad day, but then most days sucked. The...
Hi my name's Jim Sanderson, I'm six foot dead, thin, blond'ish and a Baker. At Thirty two I am still single, as was Pam, my twenty seven year old sister. I lived in a small village called Himpton at the old bakery, which I had resurrected with my share of the money from mums estate. Pam had bought a new house in a development about five miles away. Pam tend...