Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Chapter 1 Of all the buildings on campus, none was shrouded in greater secrecy than the Sorority known universally as 'Kates'. Not even the bio-labs. At least one had a fair idea what went on there. What went on at Kates, on the other hand, was subject only to the imagination. Could be a nunnery, a den of lesbians or a whorehouse. No-one knew because no-one...
Original story: Scipio Chapter 15 C: Gift Wrap Sharon padded naked through her bedroom, iPhone in hand, reviewing her progress on the list she had made of the things to do. She paused, clicking the ball of her tongue stud against the inside of her upper front teeth as she looked at the stack of packages in her closet. Redirecting her gaze to the fit middle...
I'm flat-chested. When I say "flat-chested," I don't just mean that I have small boobs. I mean I have no boobs. I found on the Internet a description of a girl like me. It said, "If she takes off her clothes, stands sideways, and sticks out her tongue, she looks like a zipper." That pretty well sums it up. I am seriously flat-chested. I could have told you...
Chapter One As the blistering sun paused midway in its race toward California, Austin Wyatt looked out the window of his room on the 23rd floor of the Peachtree Plaza at the red-dressed hills that evaporated into the sweltering summer haze and was glad to be inside. He looked forward to his next task in Minnesota, where the air would be clear and the ten-t...
(Author's note: It seems funny to say that I'm "dating" an older man. When you're in your forties and your lover passes sixty, you would think there was some more adult word for it besides "dating". Dating is for teenagers and twenty-something's that think they know everything, but actually know almost nothing. Whatever you call Donald's and my relationship,...
Chapter One "It was a beautiful ceremony I think," Lovie says as she sits at the vanity of the honeymoon suite. The small open section lets out to a bigger area with a king size bed that Quentin is lying in. He watches her as she adjusts the seat. Fresh from the shower, she has a towel wrapped around her hair and one around her body. She releases the top on...
Prologue "I have a great idea," I told you on the phone. "There's this sort of club where I'm a member, and it turns out they're having a meeting next week. It's always a lot of fun, and since the meetings are open to anyone, it's the perfect opportunity for us to meet for the first time." "That's great, Mark," you quickly agreed. "Just give me the details...
Readers: This is a fictional story told in the first person, although there's nothing fictional about treating others with dignity and respect. It's also longer than most of my stories. It takes time to understand the characters. Although there is some sex and a lot of nudity involved, it's not a quick-jerkoff piece. There are some very talented writers o...
Shari Kirshner always turned heads when she walked through the halls of the J.T. Levinson offices. Most of her coworkers considered the short, voluptuous redhead to be the most fetching of all the secretaries at the rising marketing firm. When they heard the familiar click of her high heels on the carpeted hallway, more often than not, they would find the ti...