A/N: Hello loves! How are you? I hope you are all well and enjoying the warmth of spring as I am. Thank you for all the wonderful feedback. I read every comment and every email and take everything you say into consideration. I love to hear from you and the best way to send me anything is definitely via email, so keep it coming. Now...Some people have express...
All the Characters are over eighteen. * The text had two words and a punctuation mark 'Dinner tonight?'. Rory smiled as she read it, showing it to her friend Lane who was sitting on the bed beside her. "Can you cover for me? I'll tell Mom I'm eating with you and Mrs Kim." "It's so romantic," said Lane. She clasped her hands together, in what almost looke...
"What do you think they're going to do?" I said. "You sound a bit nervous." I looked at my husband, driving us toward a northern suburb of the city. "I am," I said. "Do you want to back out of this?" "No," I said. "But I'm starting to think that I'm going to be very embarrassed." "Well, isn't that part of the game? Isn't that part of the fantasy we've t...
Hey there guys! Here is the long awaited fifth chapter of "Cuffed"! Let me just say: this thing was a BOOGER to write and edit! Between this chapter, moving into a new house, my other stories, and the holidays, I didn't know if I'd ever get it done; but, here it is! For all of my fans that have emailed me about this story and the others: you guys are the...
I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping, that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town. I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the...
Part One Hot Afternoon * Dustin's cell phone rang early one blazingly hot August morning, waking him up with a jolt. "Hello?" came Dustin's raspy and groggy voice. "Hey Dustin! It's Tyler. I was just thinking. Ain't nothing happening and was wondering what's up with you?" Tyler was one of his best buds and lived a couple of streets over. "Just beating...
William checked the address on the piece of paper and looked at the building in front of him; fifty-four twenty-six west Orion. He stopped in front of a security speaker system and pressed the call button. "Yes?" Came a quiet, female voice. "Umm, yeah, yes, hi, hello, uh, my name is William, William Bertrand, I have an appointment with Miss Lavande?" A lo...
This story is entirely fictitious; enjoy. ***** On Monday morning the rumour spread like a bush-fire through the Cedar Hill high school; especially among the boys. "Have you heard? A junior boy claims to have seen up Miss Lambert's dress last Friday. He said she wasn't wearing any panty and her pussy was bald!" Frances (Fanny) Lambert and Janette (Jan) Pr...
This is a ninety percent true story, just a few additions here and there... The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I'd done in France. I was happy, rushed off my feet, with customer after customer, and t...
My name is Jack Thomas and I'm a screw-up. It's my own fault too. I currently work at a local grocery store here in Fort Wayne Indiana. It's almost as bad as a Wal-Mart. I got a uniform (which is a wonderful shade of shit-brown that you'd expect out of a UPS man) , a name tag (which some clever jackass, wanting to be funny, had made out to read "Jack-O-Tom...