I slept late the next morning and woke up to an empty bed. I lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, and gradually noticed that the house was silent. Erik and Anders must have gone off without me. Good. I could use a little time to myself. I took a quick shower and threw the sheets into the wash, then grabbed an apple and a chunk of cheese for brunc...
Sara drove her car into the garage adjacent to the airport hotel. She found a parking place near the entrance. Before getting out of her car, Sara checked her makeup and ran a comb through her red hair. Yes, she was going to go through with this. She had decided in late December that she really wanted to experience this. She had thought about it for over a...
Oh, the sky is so blue & it's a vacation. This is Savannah, Georgia and that blonde woman in the halter top and sunglasses makes me think it's the free love '70's, but it's just the present. You, my first glimpse of you, in that riverfront candy store and I wasn't looking at the pralines. You are standing by the divinity in the sunlight and you've got your...
Lauren felt the plane slow and come to a halt. Looking out the window, she saw nothing but rolling desert hills covered with low lying trees and shrubs. If there were people and a village, it must not be close. Brent unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. "I'll be right back," he pronounced before disappearing into the cockpit. Lauren unbuckled her own belt...
I am so freaking late, thought Lauren Rowe to herself. She ran a comb through her new bob hairstyle and ran out the door. Her cell suddenly rang. She dove I her person to grab it. "Hello." "Hey Lauren baby where are you I have been down here for like 15 minutes." Lauren sighed and pushed the elevator button. I so can't deal with this crap today, thought L...
It was late. Lauren was not sure how late. She dared not look at the clock in the corner of the computer. She had been working for hours. That seemed like days — an eternity. Brent had come and gone a couple of times, checking on her. Jill and Simone had brought lunch and more cake. Megan had delivered dinner. That remained pretty much untouched on the tray...
It was the last summer that I still saw myself as a kid, the summer that I had to decide to shit or get off the pot. Twisting wrenches was a decent hobby, but I was quickly outgrowing the group of uninspired, racist fucks that were my gearhead contemporaries. High school would never end for most of these guys. I'd seen what had become of their older brothers...
People are often cautious about picking up hitchhikers, sometimes I believe to the point of being uncharitable. However, as somebody that used to hitch a lot, I tend to weigh up each case on its' own merits, preferring to let my intuition make the decision for me. This philosophy certainly proved fruitful in this particular case, as my charitable deed was re...
*Standing disclaimer: This story is about the smoking fetish. If that's not your thing, you won't enjoy it. Please don't bother leaving a comment about how bad or awful or disgusting smoking is as it won't change a thing. We all die, right? If people choose to smoke, that's their business. ********* "Are you serious?" "As a heart attack. But here's the de...
Great Britain Ch. 2: Scotland Now as I stated in my last story, I usually have to have love, or very strong ties to someone to have sex with them. I don’t like to “Fuck for fuck’s sake.” One night stands with someone I will never see again just never appealed to me. Of course, Sarah changed that rule slightly in Ireland, but I still see her. I may not love...