"Who is it?" I called, from behind my front door. Just hearing Pete's voice had my head in a spin. I pulled open the door and dragged him inside. "Pete it's not even 6 yet, what are you doing here?" "I've come to tell you something. I really love you, and I know you hate me for what happened yesterday. But I promise I wasn't doing things just because of...
** Y'all realise this is fiction right? I could have made up up any name to go here but who doesn't remember that blue catsuit and wonder if just maybe Gillian is one of us? ** It had been a long time since Gillian Anderson had last spent a weekend with him in New York. Since she got famous it had got harder and harder to live out her fantasies. One wrong p...
Prologue: A facebook friend posted a few short pieces she wrote, and finding her effort both charming and funny I couldn't resist asking her for personal details about them. She replied that she would find an interesting picture, usually somewhat erotic and use that as the basis of each. So, I suggested we might corroborate on a story or something, and, cu...
(A big special thanks to the most awesome Victoria for showing me how to make this become an inspiring visual in my head.) She made it home from work and quietly crept into the house so as not to wake up her slumbering roommates.. Placing her things down quietly, she eased out of her shoes, wiggled her tired toes into the hallway carpet, and then headed t...
Jerome couldn't stop smiling. He hadn't been this happy in years; the last time he could remember feeling this way was when his youngest child was born, twenty years earlier. When his wife had left him several months earlier, Jerome had believed he would never be happy again. How could he be, when the woman he'd loved for three decades suddenly told him she...
It was a lovely day and I was sitting outside the café at a table enjoying the sun. Lucky for me the view from this spot was exceptional. The storefront across the way was occupied by one of those Cross Fit places that are all the rage. Looking in the window I could see that a variety of people were working out. Men and women sweating and grunting as they pu...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen stunk of sweat and pussy as she bounded up the stairs towards the 18th Floor. If she were to be called upon for an inspection, she'd most likely fail, and be sent back down to the Mailgirls Locker Room on the 2nd Floor for a shower, a reapplication of deodorant from the mailgirls' communal stash, and a quick mist of cheap, floral-sce...
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! The insistent buzzing sound and little electronic jingle signified that his phone, lost somewhere in the front room was ringing. Following the sounds, he rummage...
I know I said that this would be the last chapter, but there's an epilogue coming to tie up all the loose ends. Also, a huge thanks to Mr. Ken Scades for all of his editing for the many months it took to complete this work. His advice and adjustments have been crucial to the quality of work you see here. Enjoy! ***** Talla stared down into the burning ci...
Her ears popped as she stepped from the revolving doors and into the lobby of US Financial Plaza. Though it was probably just the adjustment of leaving behind the vacuum-sealed pocket of air in the doors themselves, Sarah Jane Scott could be forgiven for believing it to be something more symbolic and profound. The din of the world outside faded away. It wa...