I got up that morning feeling off. It wasn't that I felt actually ill, I didn't. I just felt...off? The Coffee pot was ready, I poured a cup, checked the fire and there were still some coals so I flipped the draft to build some heat, stuffed a few smaller pieces of wood in there. In just a few minutes I was rewarded with flames, so I dropped in a couple o...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** I'd like to set the record straight. This is not an admission of guilt. I've changed the names of everyone involved for t...
It was late in the afternoon by the time I checked into my hotel room for a short stay in Tampa. Since it had been a long day I headed down to the bar for a good stiff drink to relax and cool off. It was too early for the business crowd and there was only one other person there, a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. The barten...
The Lady at Cosimo's I was sitting in Cosimo's that night just about midnight. It was spring, I think. Yea, it must have been spring, the doors were open and I was staring out onto Burgundy Street when I saw her. Drunk, lost tourist. O tempore, O mores. She was alone, this drunk, lost tourist, though more lost than drunk and more alone than lost. Red dress....
* Dr. Louise Elaine "Lainey" Winters, Navy Reserve captain over heard her name announced on the P.A. from the hospital atrium. "Doctor...your patient is waiting in Exam Room 1". Lainey had made less than four footsteps inside the hospital. She hated the thought of hearing her name being called when the possibility could be that no one bothered checking the...
It was Saturday at ten in the morning and I had just finished my laundry. I am George Harris, 33, tall a little chubby, single. I am a staff photographer for a university. The home I was living in was inherited from my Grandparents. My neighborhood was originally developed after WWII and the house is what is known as a teardown because the area is being rede...
“Who is the next patient, Nurse Ratchit?” I asked. “That’s Cratchett, Doctor Livingston. You know that,” the crone replied. “Next you see Sister Agatha. She wouldn’t tell me what her problem was. Please explain to her that I must know these things. And don’t take too long with her. It’s the end of the day; all the other staff and patients are gone. You have...
"The Best Whorehouse in Las Vegas" isn't in Las Vegas. It's in Pahrump, sixty miles away, where prostitution is legal. And it's not the usual whorehouse: the whores are men who service women for money. It was marketed that way in publications aimed at female executives, in the Personals section. A typical advertisement is this one: "The Best Whorehouse...
Chapter 1 They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to turn. They'd been fighting for four blocks now. "You are so stupid!" he yelled at her. "You may not be so smart yourself." She said it without emotion, just going through the ritual. Don't fight back; he goes on forever. Fight back too much; he gets explosive, not physically abusive but he...
All characters in this story were over the legal age of consent (18) when the events took place. Author's Note: I would strongly suggest that you read 'Amy the Exhibitionist' Part 27 before reading this document. The lives of Amy and Emily have come together and everything will make a lot more sense if you read Amy part 27 first. V * Sara and I are gett...