The first time I saw Ellen Rothko was when I walked into Boyle's Antiques on Clark Street, looking for old records. She was showing a woman some antique earrings, their heads bent over the display case, and when she heard me come in she looked up and caught my eye, shocked me with her beauty, and then lowered her face again, leaving me standing there gaping...
*A story for/about a friend, hope I do your history justice* *This is my retelling of an online friend's experience. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty, and one or two embellishments have been thrown in. It is sexual in places, not as much in others. Not sure if I mean this to get people off solely, as I do intend with most of my o...
It had started as a force, a power that fed on the despair from the lost souls wandering the wastelands of transition. But transition was not the final place, and eventually the despairing souls would find the way to pass through and new ones would appear to take their place. The force had learned to reason and to manipulate, it had learned that there were w...
4-1 I arrived in Omaha early Saturday morning, a little after eight AM actually. I had tried to convince myself that I really didn't miss Melinda at all but I knew damn well I was lying to myself. It had taken me no more than eight hours to admit that she had indeed become the most important person in my life and not even a call from my brother in Californi...
My name is Brad, I am 24 years old, I have a good job at the Chevy dealership; Sherry is my girlfriend. She's 22. She works at the dealership as a receptionist, we've been going together for about two years, and we are planning on getting married in June. It's the 20 of May, a day I will never forget. Some of the girls were throwing a bridal shower for Sherr...
This is a gentler (and longer) story than what usually seems to come out of my head - so much so I was tempted to file it under the Romance section rather than Mature, so you might want to bear that in mind before you start. Rest assured there is some sex, but it takes its time to arrive. All characters are of the age of consent or older. If you make it to...
Rive was a small town, on the outskirts of the main kingdom, built as nothing more than a waypoint for travellers. That was the intent. It grew over the years into a hub of activity, purporting large businesses all its own, including a thriving merchants hall. Any travelling merchant would go there to try and make a name for themselves, but that's a mistake....
Hey Folks. So yeah, this is an attempt to write something in a different style from how I normally write. It's an experiment, and I'll be returning to my usual style for the next set of stories. This is NOT an Ingrams & Associates Universe story – this is a stand alone story. Thanks Darknicaid and PennLady for looking it over. Chapter 1 Dan Perry was plo...
Prologue. "I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring." (Shelley "The Question") Chapter 1. The Gardener in Autumn. Following in the footsteps of my father I became a gardener at a very fortuitous time. With the use of ever more sophisticated equipment on the farms round our village employment prospects on the far...
This story follows "I Play with Three MILFs on Vacation." This is an adult sex story. Although children's names are mentioned, the children are not in any way involved in anything sexually related. Please enjoy and thanks for the views and the votes. **** Our drive back to Los Angeles was uneventful; just the way I like all my travels to be. Unbeknow...