Donna looked at her phone 5.20pm and wondered whether nerves would get the better of him. In the days since giving Jeremy a special massage she had jumped every time the phone rang or when Nico had called her, dreading their little secret was out. But if someone had found out surely they would have said something she thought to herself. Donna looked round T...
(Please don't read this story if you're under 18. Any resemblance of these characters and any actual people is coincidental. Explicit lesbian sex, brief drug references, and profane language within!) *^*^* Three weeks into my first year of college, I saw someone I had hoped I'd never see again, except at reunions to gloat about how great my life was and ho...
For the six or seven readers out there who've been clamoring for a story spun off from A Quickie in the Commodore's Office, here's a cautionary tale featuring Cameron, future guitarist for the Kabuki Hikers, and his adventures just after he graduated from high school. It's weird writing a first-person narrator who's kind of an asshole, but I tried. Enjoy!...
Last Saturday was really warm, so June and I decided to go out for our first open air session of the year. Even though it was warm I insisted that she wear her usual outfit of black stockings, high heels (4" court shoes) suspender belt, and matching lacy black bra and pants. Over that she wore a white blouse, black jacket and skirt. She looked just as though...
It was an awful start to the day. The rain was of the fine variety, the stuff that seems to never hit the ground but just hangs about purposely to get you wetter and wetter. Jennifer lazily leant onto the window sill, sometimes looking out on the unfortunate shadowy figures that occasionally zipped by, and sometimes studying the ever-changing paths the rain...
Lisa would know what to do. It was the one thought that kept me moving, kept me functioning throughout the morning. But not because I didn't know what to do. Not because I thought she'd think of anything I hadn't--God, there couldn't be anything I hadn't thought of, no angle that I hadn't considered--but because I could no longer trust myself to do the righ...
Hannah's insufferably girly script stared at me from the slip of paper in my hand. There was only one word on it. Logan Followed by a heart with a toothy smiley-face in it which I couldn't easily look away from. It was the eyes. They were following me when I moved the paper around in my hand, like those of a haunted painting. Ugh. I gave the back of Hanna...
A heartfelt thank you to my editors Xpoerotica and Decal_Last for their unvaluable hard work and insight, you guys are the best! DESTROYER Tommy Balagan was six when he discovered he was color blind. He lived in a world painted in shades of brown, bronze, blue and beige. His Dad, Carl caught him eating moldy party food leftovers and took him to a clinic;...
As she waited for the file to open she slouched back in her chair, leaning to one side and with her left hand under her chin, supporting her head. Something appeared on the screen and she sprang bolt-upright and wide-eyed, her mouth slowly falling open. She sat dead-still for a second, before hurriedly closing the file down and fighting hard against the temp...
Well, here it is, the last part (finally). Sorry about the wait - in fact, I'll apologise now for the references to Christmas. If I'd got this finished when I meant to, they'd have been more appropriate. I should probably warn you that this is a long chapter - 6 pages, I think. In fact, it almost certainly should've been 2 chapters but I promised this chapte...