Hugh O'Neill (36), sat alone in the office café mulling over lunch. The rugged-faced divorcee, wondered was it worth carrying on trying to pull in a babe. At his age, with more than a suspicion of thinning hair and signs of a developing jowl, a guy cast adrift faced the prospects of having to pay for sex. Again, was it really worth trying for sex for the f...
Thanks for reading, I hope you love this story. Chapter 11 On the way there we talked about what to expect this year and shared our schedule. This year I only had one class period with him and that was math. I was so disappointed but thought I could still talk to him throughout the day. We finally arrived at our lake house and Aaron was surprised. I show...
I take the same route to and from work everyday. Pretty much like everyone else. My condo has a back gate that leads through the open air carpark of some office building, and right to my bus stop. By nine, the carpark is usually mostly empty apart from several thick-leaved trees planted throughout the space. The street lights are usually on, casting spots o...
Does one celebrate their 50th birthday...or mourn it? I guess I'd chosen the latter. What's to celebrate? I'm divorced...my ex-husband ran off with a girl half his age and has since burned through her AND married a third time...our kids have moved on and don't so much as call anymore, even for birthdays, and nobody so much as stepped up to throw me a party....
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Adewale, and I'm a young Nigerian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty six years old. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in sociology. Since I couldn't find any work in my major, I had to look elsewhere. That's how I ended up working at a Call Center i...
Have you noticed that in the movies, the tale is always told from the so-called good guy's viewpoint and the bad guy never gets to tell his side of the story? Well, my name is Raphael Jean Charlemagne and I am here to rectify this grievous oversight. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the northern coast of the island of Haiti on February 3, 1812, and in the summe...
Kelly Waters, fucking Waters I thought to myself as I shook my head. I think the worst part of being a bastard is knowing you could choose any last name, but having it dictated still by birth. I knew not who my parents were, in fact I only knew I was Kelly Waters thanks to the man who raised me, Lord Petyr Baelish. I was born in his house, his whore house,...
I'm a cushion and always have been. My boyfriend is a human comedian and I've loved him and his body ever since I met him in the town centre. I can't tell you who he is or who I am, but I can tell you everything else. We'd came across each other before a couple of times in the town. We went to the same shops mostly. It was in Superdrug when I first talked...
I grew up near to and went to university in Brighton on the South Coast of England. It's a 'hip and happening' city with lots going on, a vibrant night life and is often referred to as Britain's San Francisco. I had left at 22 when a job opportunity had me move to Coventry, the polar opposite of cities but the job was great, the pay even better and houses c...
Author's Note: This story is completely fiction. *** Chapter 2 - Lunch and Revelations Texas Roadhouse was one of the many restaurants along Bonifacio High Street. Tony suggested it earlier. He was craving for a good steak. He also asked Maria what she wanted to eat, and her answer was a burger. Tony had been doing a lot of research about where to eat no...