The moment I woke up, before my eyes could even be persuaded to open, I was already aware of three things. First, my head was pounding—throbbing—down the back of my neck. It made me nauseous, and I lolled my head back against a wall, white flashes of pure migraine strobing between my ears to the tune of my quick pulse. Next, the floor. The cold, hard, ja...
I'm standing in front of my wardrobe, a built-in affair with shelves that reach up to the ceiling, some filled with clothes, others with books or toys. I feel a peculiar sensation in my stomach and groin, a sort of pleasantly uncomfortable, constricting spasming. I can't remember if I touch myself, I don't think I do, but the next thing I feel is an incredib...
I woke up with a start and realized that Srila was twenty-five minutes late. Just as I toyed with the thought of calling her, there was a sharp knock on the door! I peeked through the viewer and my heart sank as I saw the uniformed hotel concierge instead. I opened the door irritated and was about to be snappy when I saw her standing by his side. "Good eve...
Foreword by the fuckwit who wrote this piece: FUCK! I missed the deadline for the Earth Day competition. Arse! OK, bugger it, I might as well put this in Novels and Novellas for the 2 points in the survivor contest at least. *sigh*. Right, now that I've finished feeling sorry for myself here it is, a series of scenes that track the burgeoning sexual r...
Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...
Every summer that goes by for a decade or more now, I tell myself this is the last bikini season for me; but the following summer I invariably find that it still fits and I still look as presentable as could be expected for my late forties. But even had I been concerned that my prime was finally past as I blossomed forth from Elizabeth and Jonathan's seaside...
Irene did tell Benjamin what had happened between us; that much I do know. Exactly what she told him or how he received the news was to remain a mystery, for she never told me (or Elizabeth that I know of) anything of it all. I knew well enough not to look either of them up in the ensuing days, and so all the angst and mystery of the day after were still ver...
Author's Note: Well, dear friends, here is the penultimate chapter of this story for you all to enjoy. So sit back and get settled in because there is a lot going on in this chapter! We finally find out the truth about Clive, which rocks Lindi's world to its foundations, and Peter makes an unusual discovery that changes his life forever. And as for our frie...
She'd had enough. The revolver she kept in the closet was loaded with six bullets before she stepped to the mirror, covering the latest red mark on her neck with make up. Yes, she'd kill him this time, she told herself, it can't go on. As she strutted out onto the drive of the big house his wealth had brought her, she felt a strange but undeniable pleasure i...
Chapter 16 The following week was very upbeat. I let it be known at the clinic and at the partnership offices that I'd gotten engaged, so I was feted and congratulated by many of my associates. Several people wanted to know what my fiancée looked like, and so on Tuesday when I carried my iPad around, as I usually do to do doctor things on; I had Jasmine's p...