This is the true narration of a happening in my life. Off course I know that I am not a professional writer nor do I claim it but sure thing is that I have tried to write it down as it happened with the help of some understanding of basic human nature and some of my assumptions and imagination of what goes in human mind in some given particular moments, stil...
Ah, ha!—Come, some music! Come, the recorders!—Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 * I used to work around the corner from that church, and I remembered the day the fire tore through the building. There was a lot of snow. It was in December, about ten days before Christmas. The fire trucks had a tough time getting through. It took years to rebuild the church, and by...
I'm a typical bloke. Ask me if I've ever paid for sex and I'll deny it. Of course I will. If I'm with a close friend I might admit to knowing that it's going to cost me a meal or some time or a few gifts, but even that's not the truth. Not the whole truth anyway. I'm a businessman. My ex reckons I see everything as a transaction, a deal to be done, a con...
Midas knelt happily as Broussard relaxed on the couch, her fabulous gams straining the expensive hosiery he'd bought her from Niemen-Marcus. The therapist, also a bit of a dish leaned forward encouragingly. Dr. Dunnigan had helped them so much! It was rare to find a shrink who knew the ins and outs of the sadomasochistic psyche, and Kirraleigh Dunnigan, Ph...
I'd been married to Mark for three years when I found out about his cheating. I worked in IT, employed by a small web site design company operating out of a third floor office on 45th Street. The day I met him was the happiest day of my life. He was tall, kinda distinguished with his dark brown hair and wide shoulders. He was a client, manager of a import/ex...
Clark Stevens was a pillar of society; a well-known financier looked up to by many with envy, but he had a fetish which no amount of money could pay for. He had a daughter of his own, and had had more than a passing interest in the friends she often brought home with her; the pool in the garden visible from an upstairs window, where he would nurse his erect...
Okay so this is my first Sci-Fi so if you have any tips or advise for me it would be very welcomed. As well as any other constructive criticism. I wrote this without an editor because I wanted to see how well the story did first, so please comment and rate. Hope you like it! ***** It's the same thing each night. I'm in a small bright room surrounded by the...
Ellie and Jim were going at it again. The covers had lost their battle to stay on the bed. Now they lay in a heap on the floor. The mirror reflected Jim's naked body on top pounding Ellie hard. She was holding tight from below, shoving back at him just as hard with each stroke. Then the climax! He murmured "Oh god I love you so much" and he held it tight ins...
According to Mary's birth certificate she was born in the Year of Our Lord 1863 in the parish of Rothsmere: her mother, a dairymaid, died shortly after birth and she never knew her father-there were rumours that it was someone up at the big manor house but this wasn't known for sure. She was sent to the workhouse, and her early years were hazy. At the age of...
Two months later, Leena was back at Shandrakor. Kira had finally decided to start the mountain resort project there. Leena had been the head of the exploration team that had cleared the site and the access road. She had also been the sex toy of the group of Dalits that had done the job, the slut for twenty bulky and sweaty workers. She had volunteered immedi...