The relationships we have are threads in a tapestry, each woven together to show the life we have lived and connections we have with one another. It's been a while since I've posted to this series, since some stories which were supposed to appear under this umbrella (Thank You, Janie and A D.Va, the Faire & a Waffle) were submitted as standalone series....
The fire. That’s what started it all. Jess studied the house intently from across the street. This was her first visit since last October, that awful month that changed her life. From her vantage point she could see the garage in back and the boxes stacked in front of the windows of the apartment above. She'd wanted to see the place one last time before tom...
My flushed face was buried in the pillow and I felt his warm hands rest on my bottom. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me Alex," said Steve. I did so. The reason I was on my hands and knees on a hotel bed exposing myself to a colleague from work was a really strange story that no one is ever going to believe. My name is Alexa and I'm a 27 year old m...
First of all, let me preface this autobiographical tale by clearly stating that this is not a story about necrophilia. I think we should get that out of the way, since the object of my affection is very much alive. He's a vibrant, strong and handsome devil called Jack, with light brown hair that curls a bit around his ears when it grows too long, clear g...
Chapter 12 Jan and Sandy narrowed the party list to Carol, the flirt, and her husband Tom, Jeannie (Big Boobs) and Frank. "That makes five couples," said Sandy, "with Carol flirting, and Jeannie's tits hanging out, it should give Nancy and Bill something to think about." "We'll wear our relatively modest bikinis and keep our husbands out of their Speedos...
"Oh, freedom land, Can you let this go, Down to the streets where the numbers grow, Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days, Or trade away our children's days. Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days." Yosemite. Say the words "breathtaking", "spectacular", "cosmic", or any descrip...
This is a long story. Long of necessity as there is no natural break. It's written in English, which might cause some people some problems. I also use English phrasing, idioms, punctuation etc.. There are no names, they are not relevant. History and time-lines are all to cock. It wanders, chops and changes direction, goes off on apparently illogical paths, a...
Note: Thanks to everyone for reading my stories and to Donalde who looked for those pesky name changes and beta read for me. * William hung up with mixed feelings. On one hand, he had saved most of his family, but on the other hand, Harry was going to die. That he wasn't going to be the one to kill him brought little comfort. The next thing that he had to...
Hi there! I was hoping to get a teeny bit farther along in the plot before posting, but I thought, 'heck, I'll just post it when it's done.' Thanks for your patience and kind comments. love and mush, enithermon. ***** Inanna held the wax bar over the single wavering candle flame and watched the thick red tip begin to warp. She caught the single drip in h...
This story was inspired by films of Misa Nishida and Mirai. I apologize to persons who know Japanese much better than I. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and please note, all characters in this story are at last eighteen years old. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Miss Misa Nishida taught remedial English at Templeton College. She was happy to do s...