Susy Wendall took the small piece of paper out of her jean pocket. She looked up at the building and saw that the address matched the address on the piece of paper. Big Robbie's Magic Healing. What kind of business was this supposed to be. She felt awkward and silly coming to a place called Big Robbie's Magic Healing. This was the place Charlie Sanders, an...
So far as "Good Catholic girls" go, Tiffany Mitchell embodied all that might be associated with any true young lady of the faith. Even at eighteen, she still exhibited a child-like innocence, an expression of chaste simplicity and an air of well-mannered breeding. Always dressed tastefully, even her year-twelve school uniform managed to bridge effortlessly,...
Forget about political correctness. When you get right down to it boys will be boys and girls will be girls and both boys and girls are interested in very much the same thing. Each other. When I say boys and girls I suppose I really should say young men and young women, just to be politically correct. After all, the little group I'm referring to were all eig...
****************** Written by a man, for a woman My second story. Written for someone who had given a prompt. The prompt: Basically, I'm stuck on a long ass flight. Fortunately, it's a private flight, with a private stewardess, you, who has a sexy Australian accent and a sexy stewardess outfit. She gave me the following description of herself, which I...
If one word were used to describe Margot Smith it would be…amazing. She was the most well rounded individual in the high school, being a good athlete, a talented artist and musician, and she still retained a 4.0 GPA on a 4.0 scale. Margot was the picture of popularity, but she never showed it. She was just as at ease playing football with the jocks after a b...
There's a lot of violence in this story that's not featured in the previous chapters. The vibration from the steel sword soaks into my arm as it cleaves through flesh and bone. The head of my opponent falls to his left as I slide to the right avoiding the eruption of blood from his neck. There's no time to rest as I heft my shield on my left and flex my...
The next day Kate was arriving back in town for her summer Uni break; staying with her mum. Regular readers will remember what Kate is like. I think she is best pictured as being a near ringer for the swimsuit model Kate Upton at her young slimmest best. She's got that same angelic face with a smile that makes men melt. The same naturally blonde hair (wel...
My name is Claude Simmons and this is my story. I've been reviewing my past a lot lately and have come to the realization that I've had some fun times. Now I want to share another one of my priceless memories with you. I will tell the story using the best of my abilities. So without further delay I will begin. Three days had passed since my eighteenth birth...
"Oh, that's great." Becky looked in her rear view mirror at the flashing red and blue lights. "That's just fucking great." Becky's day had already been a day from hell. Actually, her whole month had been nothing but stress and chaos. From the outside looking in, Becky seemed to have a great life. She and her husband Bob, were still technically newlyweds, ha...
I guess I have to admit that I felt like a naughty schoolgirl as I drove down to the local watering hole to visit with my friend Pam. Pam and I became friends quickly, she is perhaps a half dozen years younger than me, but we hit it right off. I could hardly wait to tell her all about my experience with Terry. Pam had teased me often, cracking jokes about...