THE LAST MOLL October 11, 1983 If you consider some of the places I may have ended up, the Pinedale convalescent home wasn't so bad, though I guess we're supposed to call it "assisted living." What a crock. My room was small but that meant I didn't have to put up with some pain-in-the-ass roommate. I had a fair sized window with a view of the woods and go...
Hi guys Nikitha here again. Thanks for all the lovely comments, they are great to keep me going. I've tried to improve on any criticisms of length and involving more characters. I hope I'm doing better and comments are always welcome. Cheers! Please read my previous stories to understand what's going on. I will give a brief description of myself for your i...
Hi guys Nikitha here again. Thanks for all the lovely comments, they are great to keep me going. I've tried to improve on any criticisms of length and involving more characters. I hope I'm doing better and comments are always welcome. Cheers! Please read my previous stories to understand what's going on. I will give a brief description of myself for your i...
"Asha! I'm super tired... You must let me sleep!" It was 2 am already. Vix was deep asleep next to me on my bed, but Asha just wouldn't leave me alone. She was still on a high since the movie night and the unexpected sleepover at my place, but I needed to get some sleep as I was working tomorrow. The snow leopard wouldn't stop cuddling me, and I didn't know...
Taggart was enjoying the sun. The heat felt great, especially around his neck and on his chest, at least where his polo shirt was unbuttoned. At one point he'd routinely walked around on deck, even in marinas, with no shirt on at all. Now now. That hideous scar where his left breast used to be nauseated him to even look at, and he couldn't imagine walking ar...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. *** Darby shook me awake around 9.30. "Go and have a shower." He ordered. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. The water was hot and the glass walls o...
September, 2010 Marie: I was nineteen when we married. My ex-husband, the Jerk, was twenty-five. I was madly in love with him, can you believe it? He was a third year Medical Student and I was an Art major. He was drop dead gorgeous handsome and could charm the Devil to let him out of hell. I dropped out of college and worked as a waitress to help suppo...
"Click Clack, Click Clack," my shoes sounded as I headed toward the door. "Butch," I heard my captor yell. I stepped out onto the brick porch when the dog startled me; shooting out the door and waited for me just beyond the porch...interesting! He waged his tail in delight, barked, and took off across the front yard and came back with a Frisbee. "Hey Bu...
First submission, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Disclaimer: All members of this work of fiction are over the age of 18. Saturday mornings must have something special in them, they seem so much better than all the rest, and this fine Saturday morning was no different. It was six in the morning and I was just finishing my last minute packing for t...
The first thing she noticed as she regained her consciousness was the wall clock. 45 minutes. 45 minutes ago she had stepped into this house confident that she will talk to her old neighbor and ask him to give her time to pay off her EX-BF's debts. How had she managed to reach this point? Annette thought dazed as felt the old man slurp at her open cunt and f...