November 1997 In college, I lusted after one guy for three years. His name was Jonathon. He was an arrogant bastard knowing he was God's answer to most girls' wet dreams. Naturally beautiful, his features would have almost been feminine if not for his broad jaw and constant stubble. A long tussle of light brown hair always swung down over dark brows and thi...
Usual standard declarations about age, etc. apply here. I like writing long stories, and this one drifted into becoming a novel-length story in the planning. I've dropped the first couple of chapters in to test the waters, so I hope you like it (no sex in the first chapter though – it takes a while to set things up). It covers a multitude of genres, so hope...
The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, the Brain Suckers from Zork erased my memory... * It was the tapping on the window that woke me up. At first, I thought it was just the wind, driving pellets of sleet against the glass. It was March in Boulder, and the weather report...
Night had the city by the throat, its grip a ferocious cold that gloved the spires of the churches. The frost rattled the slates like hailstone, it slowed the wind to a gentle walk and dried the streets to dusty whisperings that danced with the knife-like breeze. The cold and early January drove people off the streets, not even hardened clubbers ventured abr...
It had been months since I'd received and enjoyed my "I'm having a baby!" simulation kit. After much contemplation, and after reading about the most popular kits made by Birthing Simulator Kit Incorporated, I was most intrigued by the Birthing Cocoon. The website said very little about it except that it involved sensory deprivation and that it was not for th...
By Likegoodwine copyright January 2015 Here's a short story for you. All sexual partners are adults. As is often the case with me, my story shouldn't be taken seriously, just a few words put together to make people smile. Edited by JonB1969. Your votes and comments are welcome. For many people in North America, winter is this unpleasant period betwee...
As she drifted in and out of comatose sleep, she thought that she was dreaming, she could hear waves crashing. She strained to open her eyes but in the moon less night all she could make out was the stars melding into the dark horizon. She lifted her head up it felt like a large over ripe melon. She had no idea how long she was out, her skin burned from the...
Author's note: Unlike my previous stories, this is a true story - about a night in my life I will be lucky if I never forget. Enjoy! I was a senior in High School and just recently 18 years old, on concert choir trip. Now, I'd first taken choir years before when I was in middle school for an easy grade, and I'd stuck with it all those years for three reason...
Before I get into my story I would like to explain to the readers that I am blind and a paraplegic. I became a paraplegic after contracting polio in 1959; even though I had received the polio vaccine. In 1983 my sight had deteriorated to the point where I was legally blind because of retinitis pigmentosis. Unable to continue my studies; I left university; de...
He left the French Quarter behind as he fired up his bike and sped off into the night, his mind on Liam's message. "She needs you." There's no way that it could mean anyone else, with everything that's been going on; my visions and dreams. I guess this confirms my earlier suspicion that Grace knows Anami somehow, but I wish that I knew exactly what the hel...