Abstract: Nadia, a Jamaican-Canadian attorney in Manhattan, is unsure of where things are going with her lover, Rad, an older British investment banker. Meanwhile, Nadia's secretary's nephew, Jared, has an internship assisting her in the office over the winter holidays. Author's Note: This story is inspired by Oggbashan's incredible body of work on Literoti...
I wanted to play with the "gottcha" vibe that is so near and dear to the hearts of the Loving Wives set. It seems to me that the jealousy and outrage that stems from the protagonist discovering that the wife is cheating with her boss/co-worker/his brother/best friend/a neighbor/a biker gang/an infantry platoon/the family dog/or all of the above is the cath...
Copyright Andyhm. January 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 1...
Some opening remarks: First, thanks to Harry R for so diligently proofing this story. Second, I want to express regret regarding the short story 'Just One of The Things'. It was a 4:00 a.m. dark of the night thing. One commenter's admonition was especially poignant. He reminded me many LW readers are suffering from unhappy break ups, and my story was exces...
I hadn't thrown a temper-tantrum in over thirty years. Yet one little word had sparked that rebellious nature I was sure I had outgrown. "I'm sorry, Becca. It's just not possible. That's the last I'm going to say about this." I opened my mouth but clamped it shut again when Malcolm tilted his head down and shook it once. I wanted to whine, "But why?" And h...
I powered the small inflatable towards shore. Glancing back at the horizon I took in the beautiful pinks, purples and oranges of the sunset. White sand and black rocks contrasted on Makalawena beach. I saw no one on the beach and I was glad, I didn't expect anyone, after all it was Thursday. This just made my mission easier. As the sun set the darkness would...
Monday I awoke feeling Bill's satin covered body next to mine. His hard cock pressed against my pussy. I wondered if we had time to make love before work. I looked at the clock and startled to see it was eight thirty, which meant we where late for work. Shaking Bill awake I jumped out of bed and dashed in for a very quick shower Bill was right behind me. I...
I'd like to thank QHML1 for inviting me to participate in the Welcome to the New World story event. When you have a chance, please take a look at some of the other event submissions. Writers more talented than I have entered stories that I look forward to enjoying. The Peasants are Revolting She was overwhelmed by his cologne and personal scent as he pushe...
I called her Cat. I don't know what her name was, and I never heard her speak or for that matter make a sound, not even when she burnt herself on the stove one day. She was probably in her mid thirties, blonde in a washed out kind of way and neither particularly pretty nor exceptionally ugly. In fact you wouldn't even have noticed her, quiet as she moved, if...
Author's notes: Thanks again to everyone to wrote in or commented on November(my Halloween Story) As I promised in my comment there, this story is a bit different for me. No one flying through the air backwards and upside down with their hair on fire. It's a more emotional simpler story. My esteemed editor suggested that there should be two endings, but a lo...