Several years ago, I worked for a small magazine publishing company as a managing editor. I was only 23, fresh out of college. I made life-long friends there almost immediately. One of them was a uniquely attractive girl named Gina. One afternoon, about 15 minutes until 5pm, Gina came to my cubicle and asked my plans for the night. "Nothing really - eat,...
My sleep was deep, almost transcendental. Dreams flitted around my head like wind-blown dust; nonsense images that filled my imagination and departed as quickly as they had settled. A church clock chimed, cats barked and dogs quacked. A buzzer sounded; the end of the round? Not a buzzer, a ring. Ringing in my ears now. Louder. I seemed to be floating upwards...
It's 7:19am. Surprising, I'm still awake. The storm clouds have cleared over Atlanta's twilight skies as daylight begins to seep through the cracks in my bedroom blinds. The sun will be up shortly to dry up the puddles of rainwater. Both Kimberly and I should be passed out and asleep by now, but our conversation has kept us awake talking about this, that, an...
With a gesture from her old and arthritic hand she drew a devotee to open the gate, then bowing deeply beckoned Leo to follow her. She led Leopold into the building, through a corridor carved with upturned elephants trunks into a chamber lavishly decorated with gaudy hangings and plush low sedan chairs. Scattered around the room were tall hookahs and on gild...
[This story can be enjoyed if you first read the preceding chapters but you don't have to do that. Everyone is 18 or older. Bdily functions are involved so stop here if that bothers you.] Karen warmed as she lay in bed after hearing Jamie tell her he loved her. She felt what she had not dared to hope for was coming to pass. She had been asked by Jamie's a...
(Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) In hindsight, like all stupid ideas it seemed like a good one at the time; but then, so did the Tuskegee experiments. "If you could do it to poor niggers, spics, and retards you can do it to anyone," so the head of the Project said. Of course he was the type of person to say those things. He came from a long line o...
My name is Kirsten. I'm 27 years old, 5'2", and I've worked my weight down to a slimming 125 pounds. I'm a redhead, with fair skin, and a splash of freckles across my face. I have a pretty well toned, generally athletic body. Having recently moved to another city for a new job, I have recently begun to once again explore my sexual boundaries. I have receive...
-The character of this story is based on a real person, a 20 year-old female track/cheerleader, with an actual heart condition. The story itself is fictional, and falls under the "dark fantasy" realm of doctor and patient. Feedback is appreciated for those who enjoy. If you're not into the thriller/erotic horror genre, then perhaps this is not for you. * *...
The next morning, I could hardly walk. When I awoke it was morning, and bright sunshine had replaced the moonlight. The windows were open, and a pleasant breeze was blowing throughout the house. I staggered out of bed, and headed for the kitchen. Somehow, we had forgotten all about food last night, and I was starving! My girls were out by the pool, slather...
Having been married only about a year, Mary and I are still fairly carefree and open, not having fallen into the "routine" that many couples experience after having been married a few years. We had just moved to the Seattle area just under a week ago, and we were still learning our way around town. Since it was early June, the newness of the nice sunny weath...