My good friend StangStar06 recently published a romance (8 Mile) about a homeless woman with red hair, just like there is in this one. The stories themselves are different and I actually wrote this story months ago but only recently finished editing it. I just didn't want anyone to think I had stolen any ideas. ROCHELLE It was a chilly night but not col...
Ruth was enjoying a relaxing time in her bathtub. She had just gotten home from the homeless shelter where she worked. It had been a busy day as the cold Boston winter had set in and those men who normally were too stubborn to come in for a hot dinner had finally conceded. She was enjoying a glass of wine and was going to cuddle in bed with a book. Ruth was...
Shannon stood, bent over, gripping the kitchen counter at the sink, naked save for a pair of black heels. Her 42Es hung under her and bouncing from the impact of the stud who was holding her at the waist, his thick throbbing cock pounding in and out of her horny MILF cunt. Shannon moaned at the sensation of being held in place and used in this manner, enjoyi...
Hi guys, this is my first story, and hopefully not my last. I have yet to decide whether to continue this story or leave it as is, I left it open ended. Your comments will decide whether to continue or not. I would like to thank my wife for her editing. She is not a member, but is a great support. Enjoy. April 30, 1972 Heather Brookes looked up from wher...
Dave hates noise. Wanting the noise to stop and wanting everything to be quiet, Dave just wanted some peace. As if her scream was meant for only him to hear and as if the woman's distant scream was amplified and played through a speaker in his ear, her scream was deafening. Assaulting his senses, Dave came to action. With the vision of a marching band and a...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It's funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me "King Suleiman" in recent times. It's my Muslim name, though it's n...
May 22 - Friday Luna tapped her purple fingernail on the passenger window, "There's a spot over there by the half-naked homeless guy with the wolf pup under his arm." Lane inched his way south down Harvey Milk Street, scanning for the spot; "Homeless, wolf cub- Oh, there. How could I miss half-naked guy?" Backing into the parking space, Lane checked his di...
So yes I know a second one took forever, got a little lost in the pile. If you pay attention this one is in a different category than the first, I am going to be an evil bitch about that so there. :p ** I am understandably peeved when I get into work today. I didn't get my black belt, and the only thing different from earning the prior belts is simply, I w...
Bag lady earns more money on bottles and cans on Earth Day than she ever imagined she would. Walking with her head down and avoiding eye contact while trying to remain inconspicuously anonymous, the bag lady pushed a wobbly wheeled shopping cart down the alleyway. With the noisy cart heralding her approach from one hundred yards away, as if moving a canon t...
I watched her from the shadows, unseen, unnoticed. She has grown up in the four years since we first met. Then she was a skinny twelve year old with braces, now a beautiful young adult. Four years ago I was homeless, sleeping on park benches and begging for handouts. Unless you have been homeless yourself you have no idea how demoralizing it is. Dirty and h...