The mall was teeming with people, which was a bit odd for Super Bowl Sunday, but she was not paying attention to the masses. Moving with her friends through the crowd, she tried to focus on what was going on around her, trying to listen to the conversation, trying to be interested. But all she could think about last night. Her asshole of a current boyfriend...
WARNING: This fic can be correctly categorized as smut, and as such will be operating based on porn logic, with characters occasionally acting OOC. It contains themes of cheating, adultery, betrayal, and netrorare. If none of these themes are for you, I suggest you turn back now. For those that are turned on by such sinful taboos, I believe you are in for a...
2010 Suite21men This is a work of fiction. All characters are conceived in my mind and were born and raised in the bits and bytes on my computer. . If you know a place like Gerty's, let me know. I want to check it out. For Celeste... Introduction: In looking at my finances, I realize I no longer need to work to survive in the modest style I am accustom...
I walked down the hill on the west side Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown, crossing the C and O canal, and stopped outside the window of a small women's boutique. The window displays indicated a variety of fine clothing and accessory items, immaculately arranged and appointed, so I entered. A small bell attached to the door jingled, announcing a visitor. As t...
Whilst clearing out my cellar getting ready to move into smaller premises, I came across an old suitcase full of photographs. A lot were of my family, but hidden deep behind a flap were some very private ones taken of an old flame when I was associated with the Scouts. Her name was Barbara and I can still see that cute button nose; that smile, those eyes......
When Professor Alan Gibson finally retired as head of the School of Philosophy – years after some members of the staff thought he should have retired – it was clear who was going to replace him. The dead hand of the past still lay heavy on the faculty, and the dead hand said that although in theory it was the senior members of staff who chose those who woul...
Good things always seem to come when you least expect them. Last week was one of those times. I had been burning the proverbial midnight oil a lot lately, spending way too much time working into the late hours of the evening, and far too little time relaxing and enjoying life. My social life had pretty much been put on hold in exchange for what I had convinc...
I do not go in for the party scene much, but it's a friend, I have known him and his family for years and he wants me to be there, I think he only wants me there for support another man as such. The party is for his daughter, she is 18 and the party is for her birthday, I think he is a little scared with the thought of loads of youngsters and just a few fa...
This is Bec from "Coming Home" again. ***** The first Bec knew of the tractor being broken was when she went outside and tried to start it. Nothing happened. She tried again. She found the choke and pulled it. She wiggled the starter button in case something had jammed. Silence. The tractor was dead. She climbed out and opened the engine bay and had a l...
In spring of 1298 AD, the Abbey of Saint Gall rose to power of the village St.Gallen. The monastery with its church, dorm, and library rested at the head of the valley. A lovely stream passed the monastery on its way to the village of little houses. The houses were in all different shapes and periods facing every which way the builder had deemed best at the...