Chapter 4: Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind I hadn't been living at Ashton's for a couple of months. He'd given me a temporary place to stay when I'd had some hard times and I was grateful. Temporary turned out to be over six months till I moved in with my brother. I was cutting hair part time, and still had a thing for Ashton, but somehow the relationship had...
The evening had been a tease from "Hello". I had agonised over the planning of this night for the past week. Vince had been my lover for some months now and every encounter was a new adventure. I thought he was too good to be true when we first talked over the phone. He knew all the right things to say, was witty and oh, so charming. After a few calls we...
The Woolpack was very busy. A party on a day's outing to the Dales had called in for drinks, although Diane was pleased with the takings, she was really struggling to keep up with the service. She was pleased therefore when Moira Barton came through the door. Moira was planning to have a few drinks after an exhausting day, trying to keep her farm going thro...
*** ROUND ONE *** Her eyes cracked open at the chirping of her phone. Swiping her finger across the sensor, she blinked the sleep out her eyes. Her stomach clenched when she saw his grin lighting up the screen. Next to the word, "Welcome." She had to laugh at herself as she rolled out of bed and barely avoided stepping on her dog. If it was any other man i...
May 24, 2009 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Prologue Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some...
"So, fellas, are we going to do this or what?" Habiba Melaku said, hands on her hips, as she looked at her fiancé Yaqub Hussein and his good friend and fellow Carleton University student Nasser Traore, clucking her tongue impatiently. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, Hijab-wearing Ethiopian Muslim gal sighed, wishing to high heaven that the fellas would get wi...
It might have been an accident, and I am really not sure who moved first. My cheek might have rolled into her breast, or maybe she leaned over a little too far, but there was no doubt that a very erect nipple was brushing against my face. Her lab coat was open, and I could see just below the name tag which read " Heidi Anderson, DDS " that her other breast w...
Depression can be a thing of beauty. A deep enough one allows you to finally see all the fucked up things about yourself that you couldn't possibly change with two lifetimes. I came to this realization two days ago, of my third year of depression. You would think that someone like me would have absolutely nothing to be depressed about, yet here I am once...
Chapter 2: the Next Round Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. If you are under 18 years old and/or are offended by stories with strong sexual content you should leave now. This story no way claims that this is the sexual orientation of the people in this story. * * * * * It happened. She got this far, but it wasn't in the cards, so to speak. After a h...
Appetizers She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was quiet and she was lost in her own thoughts. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on her. She was mentally and physi...