After posting Part 3 I realized that I had been using some words in the wrong way, thinking that they meant something else. 'Flustered' is an example, and I believed it was a synonym of 'flushed' or 'blushed'. I apologize for that and will make sure to correct it in further writing. English is not my first language and I have only picked it up recently. Also...
Authors Note: Here it is! the final chapter! This has been so much hard work and I thank you all for taking this journey with me! Another thank you to everyone who patiently waited for the final installment! Wait no longer my lovelies! Oh! and don't forget to comment! I really want to know what you think! C8ER2U * Star was being pulled from the state of b...
Losing One's Fragility or Refillable: No Limit, No Expiration A Story by XXscribbler Almost midnight: at the hotel, Kelvin was just now checking in for his five day conference. From behind him came a voice, familiar but not quite identifiable: "Kelvin! I had no idea you'd be here! How nice to see you!" He turned, and his face lit up in a delighted...
Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such deta...
This is a 2014 Valentine's Day Contest entry. ~~~~~ Edited by ~~~~~ Willow bounded up the steps to the staff entrance breathing crisp fresh air and ready to start her new job. It was three weeks into the new year, and she would finally be able to support herself. When she graduated from high school four years earlier, the economy forced her to accept tempo...
It was a Friday night, I was tired and my heart hurt. It had been a long week of meetings, of professional pleading, and interactions with people who cloaked personal insecurities with rudeness. Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised. It was the city, and cities were filled with important people doing important things, and though I lived in the city and e...
I was doing some work around the house one afternoon a year ago August when I heard a car pull up. It was not one I recognized right away, but then realized whose it was when I saw the young female driver get out. It was Isabel, Laurie's daughter, and Kim's granddaughter. I had been seeing the older two women, Kim on a regular basis (Kim Rediscovers Her Wild...
Author's notes: #1: I'd like to dedicate this story to member "Someonetwothree" in recognition of his kind comment on my story "The Wimp." That wasn't his favorite story, but he still had some encouraging words for a struggling wannabe writer. Thanks 123—this one's for you. I'd love to hear your opinion on how to make it better. #2 Obviously I lean more to...
Philip Santos was on a bus, on his way to Toronto, to go househunting before his final move there in the fall. He had made arrangements with his friend Steven to stay on his couch for a few nights, and during the days he'd look at apartments. It was a good plan, but when he texted Steven to ask when and where he wanted to meet, there was no reply. When the...
I stood at the exit from customs anxiously awaiting the arrival of my company's special guest that had just landed on a flight from Beijing through Tokyo. Professor Tze Yeung Lok was an expert; some considered him the leading expert, on Chinese herbs and natural compounds. It had taken the company, Apollo Pharmaceuticals, over a year to convince the Professo...