Sharon relaxed beneath Jeff, savoring the intimate afterglow. Her satisfied mind felt calm and comfortable. The room was quiet. Apparently Greg and Kate were done too. The mattress sank, as new weight pressed on the bed next to her pillow. Sharon looked to see who’d joined them. Kate sat on the edge and glanced from Sharon to Jeff several times, before as...
Mary recommended him. Later she told me that Valerie had recommended him to her. I knew I would recommend him to someone soon. Probably Nancy. But not now. I was still cussing at the computer that day when I sat down at Mary's table for lunch at BRG. Jeff used to take care of our computer problems, but he was away on a week-long business trip. The computer...
Please leave a comment on what you liked or didn't like about the story or writing. It helps. [Flight 1865: From Port-au-Prince to Miami] "We have now reached cruising altitude. Flight attendants will provide inflight service. Please relax, and we'll be in Miami before you know it." The captain said. An old woman in seat 2B complained about the heat and...
Author's Note: This (short) story contains very minor spoilers for the game Skyrim, specifically for the Blackreach area. Given the nature of the game and that everyone's experience is different, I've tried to be as broad as possible in my description of the Dragonborn – the main focus here is really Lydia. All characters are TM and © their respective right...
"What are you thinking about?" Nikki asked as she gazed into Amarisa's grey eyes as she brushed the hair away from her lover's face. "That I'm so pleased that you're here with me, that I could show you one of my favourite childhood places." Amarisa said with a somnolent smile. "Me too, I love being here, it's so exciting and beautiful here." Nikki said a...
"Take this off." Jenifer pulled at Bruce's semen stained gown. "I'd better get you a clean one." "I think you're right," said Bruce. Feeling awkward in unfamiliar emotional terrain, he added, "Thank you." Jenifer kissed the tip of his nose, and smiled with a self-satisfied quirk to her lips. "I thought it might take your mind of things and relax you." Dism...
The Beachcomber drifts across the sandy spit. Barefoot prints, plover-like, trace a zigzag path on the sand. She is waif-thin, in a frayed sundress that was once yellow. She does not fill the dress; there is room for the wind to luff and flap within. She steps gingerly over a pile of new-arrived debris. Hidden behind everyday sticks she finds a rounded piec...
A very large part of my life has been lived by how others have told me to live it and I was getting really sick and tired of everyone's bull shit. I was told where to go for fun, what to eat, what to drink, how to dress, who should be my friends, stay away from them, and the boring list goes on. One day I sat down and made a list of what I liked and I wasn't...
A rainy Thursday night in Manchester, and I'm still holed up in the hotel. I've been here since Sunday night, running a training course for a crowd of German sales staff, hating every second. They respect the skills I have to offer them but they are a team, and I'm not a part of it. Every night they are polite to me over dinner, and then the conversation spe...
THE AMBERDOWN CHRONICLES Part 02 - The Girly Lunch Club Chapter One It was always the Albermarle Hotel. They really must change it someday, thought Melanie Taylor as she walked in through the lobby and took their usual spot in the bar by the window. Gerard, the Maitre'd greeted her in his usual suave manner. As he did, he wondered whether this blonde memb...