Of Gods and Elves ---- Alanna awoke in the morning outstretching her arms with a long yawn, the events of the previous day already pushed into the back of her mind. Talos wasn't next to her, which wasn't any particular surprise as he usually rose long before her. Alanna pulled her red undershirt over her arms before fastening a couple of the lower butt...
This chapter is a bit less overtly sexual than my previous ones. It's as much about power dynamics, emotions, and feelings of helplessness. It's also a bit of an interlude between Chapters 2 and 4. Originally, I intended it to be a few paragraphs, but I had such fun with it, it became a chapter all of it's own. Chapter 4 is going to be just as frisky as the...
Julian sat on the soft sofa, willingly wasting his mind away watching shows streamed to television. Typical daily life for the young man passed as such. Finished with university a few years earlier, Julian remained imprisoned at a dead-end job. The monotony had led to the resignation of a future, with the decision his diploma was useless and wasted thousands...
This is a continuation of the story Never Again! from last June. It doesn't have to be read first, but it would probably be helpful. ***** It was early November, and the weather was cold and raw. The first few flurries of the season had been flying, though nothing was sticking on the ground yet. And Jean was feeling about as frigid as the weather. Her se...
Callista Monroe stared out of the window that ran the length of her office. The bright lights of Los Angeles was truly an impressive thing. Even at one o'clock in the morning the whole damned thing was awash with pin pricks of light: houses, offices, cars. People going about the business of living. While she went about the business of... Callie Jean was not...
"October 20, 2441" The community tutors say it's a good idea to keep a diary. You get to practice writing, and it improves your ability to reflect on life. That's what they say. So I thought I'd give it a try. Since I don't really know where to start, I'll just follow the guidelines. You know, begin with the odd bit of autobiographical stuff, and then just...
Note: Sorry this story has no sex in it, just its aftermath. This story is not real and all characters are also not real. That means I made it up. No words were hurt in the writing of this story. Thanks to my mystery literary fact checker for all the help. Practice safe sex and enjoy. My life changed dramatically after an incident a year and a half ago....
Ever have an event happen only once in your life that you think about fondly for years -- maybe decades even? I had it happen to me once; and only once. However, the endorphins that flood my brain every time that I think about it allow me to revisit it regularly, each time almost half as good as the real thing. It also changed my attitude about life and what...
Many thanks to Angela Love for editing my feeble attempts to write stories in English. ---- My wife Linda was out on her half monthly girl's night this evening. I sat in my lounge thinking about her and these Wednesdays that had been her habit during the last year. What was strange about them, was not that she spent every second Wednesday with friends, but...
As the sun rose higher, Shelby was weakened on further by her feeble attempt at blue-collar work. She stared at the coffee cup she'd carried a few hours ago, lying there on the ground, and noticed the lipstick coloring the rim. It was empty, just like her, and its usefulness, it seemed, was already used up. Those few, short hours before, made her make-up and...