As Jeff Morrow walked down the hall of the second floor of Westview Apartments the sound of the keys on his belt made him sound like Santa Claus as he made his way towards the utility closet. Although he had started this custodial job the week before, this was the first day that he was on his own. Charlie Marks, the man who had trained him, had moved on to h...
My Darling Husband I pick a train that still has old fashion seating. That is, four-seat cabins, two seats facing each other. The 8:10 from Seattle, non-stop to San Francisco. My husband was more than a little anxious. Martin is 39, 15 years older than Ryan. Martin is a great provider as a husband, but that's where it ends. It's not that he is a terrible...
(First off, thank you to everyone that has rated, Favorited, and commented on this story so far. This was just a goofy idea that I had one day, and I never thought it would be this popular, nor would I get this many chapters out of it. Thank you for all the encouragement. Hearing how much everyone likes my writing is what keeps me writing. Typical disclaime...
Chapter 10 - Please It was that same strange sense of pride that carried Nicole out of the bathroom and down the first hallway, out of the abandoned marketing department. The first eyes that fell upon her, took her down a peg, however. Reflexively, she cast her eyes downward instead of taking the proper time to read the gaze of the first people she'd walked...
Rifts -- Strange Bedfellows Previously ... Donna Bell, a 32-year-old archaeologist is caught up in ley line nexus, which takes her from the present to a strange future. In this future, Zha-Ying a powerful Lizard Mage crime lord has been killed and with his dying breath casts a strange incantation that will hold grave implications for Donna. Lastly, although...
Our Second Day There was still complete darkness in the room when I awoke sometime in the early morning of our second day together. The only sounds that could be heard were the rumble and rhythmic tapping sounds of the fan motor in the air conditioner, and the soft serene snores of Delilah lying next to me. I flashed back over the events of the first night...
I have read many of these bar conversation stories and liked them. However, I think they were always from the man's point of view. I thought I would try my hand at it from the woman's point of view. Not being female I may have missed the mark. In any case, I hope you enjoy the quick read. ***** Carol Saves a Marriage Once again Carol found herself sitting...
Author's note: This short vacuous stroker is fiction. People and places are made up. All players are over age 18. Tags: museum, mummy, sting, curators, remorse, Flame Game. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. The naming convention is deliberate — see note at end. Enjoy! ***** WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN ***** A nemesis with a...
A panty fetish story Not my usual theme or interest but I have tried to capture some of the excitement of the fetish as a couple of blokes explore their kinks. Chapter 1 Not an unusual sight in a suburban street early in the morning. Men and sometimes women putting the bins out to be collected. The ubiquitous 'wheely' bins. Ugly items compared to the old...
It was an ordinary night for Issabella. A shot of espresso, green face paint, lace bra, panties and the little black purse of exorcism to-go. The Thompson house on North Orchard, another demon, another job. Issabella was no ordinary woman, she was a demon huntress. She knew all their tricks, at least most of them. Catching a low-level Fallen was easy. Truth...