Warning: No sex in this short chapter. Just laying the groundwork for the next chapters. ***** Tony froze for a few seconds, his drunk head taking its time to realise what was going on. I froze too, more out of realising exactly what I was willingly submitting myself to till just a few seconds back. He pulled back, and teetered back to a plush armchair in...
"But, Papa!" Emma cried. "Enough!" He had gone crimson, a truly alarming shade, darker than the stained-glass in the church window above the pew where they sat every Sunday. "You're lucky I don't snap your neck like a chickenbone, girl! Ungrateful hussy. As I live and breathe, you're lucky." Emma fell silent. She clutched her traveling valise, the one she...
Nik walked through the doors of his home, tossed his bag in the corner, and proceeded to relax on the couch. The game was on and he half watched it as he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot from the pain of the knife wound. It dulled down but was still throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to make teaching tomorrow annoying." He didn't have to go...
Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine. * * * A week later, Aiko found her husband in a pensive mood. "You've got something on your mind, Gerald." "Yes, hon, I've been extremely busy at work since our cruise. Now I have to take a few business trips to the West Coast. Some of the regional offices have invited me to train their staff. My boss says I'm...
So, I'm at this sleaze-fuck Days Inn off the interstate ― where an Ebony Goddess is spraying fountains of squirt on my turgid timber ― and I begin wonderin', "Whatever happened to Rick Moranis?" I mean Spaceballs; Ghostbusters; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids! The guy was huge in the '80s! Now nothing?! My friend Larry ― who'd organized the event ― stood and began...
Hi. My name is Radha. I am a twenty year old Indian girl with brown skin, dark eyes, and black hair. I am a freshman in a Bangalore all girls college. I grew up in Hebbal, which is Northern most part of Bangalore. We have a large lake, which is very creatively called Hebbal Lake. Many people come for bird watching. One of my strongest childhood memories happ...
We met beside the creek that runs below Palmers' Cottage. They do say folks named Palmer actually did live in the cottage, back when, but it was before my day. The shabby old house had stood empty all my life. It was a hot day. I'd sat on the flat gray slab of rock where the Palmers had probably pounded their laundry clean. I'd tucked up my skirt and dangle...
Sitting alone in a surveillance van on the streets of Baltimore was not DEA agent's Miss April Porters version of a good time. April is a member of an ongoing task force in Baltimore comprised of Local police, FBI, and DEA. The task force was 10 months into an 18 months investigation to gather evidence and bring indictments again a sizeable criminal organiza...
*This chapter too longer to write than I thought it would, but It's a bit longer than the last one, so hopefully It'll make up for the wait. I appreciate everyone for their support that they have given this story, and I would also like to thank the person who pointed out my mistake during the sign language scene in the previous chapter. I do strive for accur...
"How was school?" Connor asked his daughter over burgers and fries. He took a sip from his milkshake, rolling his head on his neck. Saoirse paused for a moment, chewing her fries before answering. "It went okay." She rolled her eyes, tossing locks of hair back over her shoulder, "Just kind of the same stuff, you know? Listening to kids that are just goofin...