October 31, 1998 Dana Scully's Apartment Building Front Entrance The rain was pouring as a streak of lightning lit up the night sky. I had to run from my car holding the umbrella over my head, I was thankful that a group of teenage girls had unlocked the security door in front of me. When we stepped into the lobby I said to the teen that lived above me, "...
Amanda Layton-Ward sat and sobbed silently in front of her computer screen. Tears trailed down her ashen cheeks, her big heart breaking at the thought that another Valentine's Day had slipped by without a single word from anyone. Moments earlier, she had opened up her email section and being the eternal optimist, she had sat hesitantly in front of the comp...
I am driving toward Deadman's Curve going 70 miles per hour; a speed that I know will send me crashing over the guardrail. How did my nice orderly life turn into this? My name is Tom and I am 42 years old. I worked hard from the day I graduated as a pharmacist. For several years I was employed by the largest drugstore in town, saved my money and opened my ow...
Meeting Gustavo Monica Garza's austere, coprolite-like walls, covered with aquarelles of men in tutus and women's swimwear, are sound-proof, and Gustavo must intuit or presume this since, once inside, his voice climbs in pitch in a way it wouldn't in any other of her condo's rooms. In the little kitchen, for instance, he nearly whispered. The tutu- and wome...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the love story of Marty and Todd. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex sc...
I'm now shaking a little, the adrenaline fading, the encounter outside the hurriedly locked door still rattling around in my head. Did I just say that to her? Did I just have a woman a mere inch away from playing with herself down the phone to me? Did I really just command a complete stranger to take her knickers off and she actually did it??? I put my hand...
It was Friday night, and I hadn't spent more than, oh, say, five minutes without thinking about the events of a few days before with Lisa. It was partly reliving the experiences in my head, and partially in anticipation of the upcoming events of the weekend. Will and Donna had been good friends for the longest time. We'd done much together over the past fe...
Pretty thoroughly fiction, based in part on a few events from my life, though I will keep them private. There's no sex in this story; more a relationship entry. * I've never liked the concept of abortion. Now, before you hit the panic button, let me explain. I'm no religious zealot, looking for a clinic to bomb; neither am I going to hand out pamphlets an...
Business in San Francisco was perfect, but I had to get to Philly before the next fire started. Our west coast team was doing a phenomenal job since we moved Eric out there, but the void he left in Philadelphia was coming to a head. So I told Angela and the kids I'd be out an extra day, rerouting my flight home to Philly instead of Baltimore the night befo...
Peter Greene, having returned from traveling to visit his daughter at college and discovering that Alison was not only aware of the surveillance camera he had placed in her room, but had actually performed for it, was now back home. For the first time in 18 years, there was nobody in the house except for Peter and his wife Dawn. Peter had hoped that with th...