I graduated 4th out of 37 in my high school class- just far enough down the list so I didn't even get to speak at Commencement, which was fine because the gym's roof was leaking up on the stage. No big deal since we were the final graduating class from my high school since next year we would consolidate with another small high school 15 miles away, and they...
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Part Eighteen: The Last Queen of the Highlands Chapter Sixty-One YAVARA It took me months to fully heal from the wounds I suffered atop the tower. Even with the full expertise of the royal mages, my stomach and liver were permanently damaged, and my abdominal wall had to be held together with a stiff corset lest I develop a hernia. It made it damnably di...
The Long Ride part three By Soul71 Thanks to WAA01 for the edits ****** Chapter Nine. A month had passed since that night, and ever since Itzel and Callum have grown closer and closer. When Shari wasn't with her father, Cal would be at her house christening every room, every surface, in their love, among other things. However, when Shari was with him,...
Buck was resting on the couch with his wife of 20 years, Elaine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, their kids, now teenagers and one with a car, still out with friends at the movies on a snowy Christmas Eve. They didn't expect the kids back for another couple of hours, being just after 9pm, and were enjoying a couple of cocktails before they would head back t...
She was there again. I had seen her the previous year, and occasionally in the office. As usual, her long brown hair was slightly unkempt and she was wearing a dark sweatshirt, dark pants and dark trainers. Her face had that slightly shut in look of someone who doesn't want to be noticed. Indeed she was curled up on a chair in the corner of the room. I wante...
It all started a few months back when my wife flew back to Boston for the twenty-five year reunion of her high school graduating class. Cindy attended an all-girls Catholic school (cue the Billy Joel song!) and hadn't seen most of her classmates since their tenth reunion. The format called for a "girl's night" followed the next day by a couples reception, di...
I remember her like the last time I held her in my arms like it was yesterday. I can remember the first time I saw her, the first time I heard her voice. I remember the first time I felt her smooth, soft skin under my hands and felt her hands on me. I remember her warm breath on my neck the first time I felt myself thrusting inside her, gently at first, the...
Author's Note: I appreciate the great response from readers as well as the wonderful stories that the other writers have contributed to this chain story of a genie. I am enjoying it and look forward to more chapters as we each take the time to bring some entertainment to your day. Thank you to gotwood49 for help with my paltry attempt to edit; he sure likes...
We met in high school. Michelle had a smile that the Milky Way was jealous of, while I was a little over eager to help her with anything. Her build was petite, with small firm breasts and a breath taking bottom that jiggled with her short blond hair. Any class with her was a thrill, even if just to watch her, but finally in our junior year she asked for some...