I stumble from my bed into the dimly lit bathroom. Crap, fifth time I wake up to piss tonight. I knew better than to drink so much water late in the evening last night. As I get into the bathroom I look at the damn blue lights on the digital clock we have on the back of the toilet. Crap, it's already 8 a.m. We gotta go. I take a quick piss and turn all the l...
My heart felt thanks to that poor creature named Dark Empress. Without her help and encouragement this project not only would be daunting but impossible. This begins the series of stories called Abnegation; which is the second of three separate, inter-related stories of Shane's life. The first set is Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years. The third is Libidinous....
"Mrs. Emma, you look most peckish, do enter!" I exclaimed upon seeing her. My housemaid Miss Lillian had just walked her to my study door and was standing looking at me most expectantly as I assisted the poor young doctor's wife into the room to recline gently upon the settee, for she did look most pale and drained and reticent to sit, although with my motio...
I called Alice and told her our plans had changed and that Chuck and I would see her on Friday. "Were you able to convince him to do what we talked about?" "He was very reluctant, but when I told him you would make him a VP he decided that he would do it." "He does understand that it isn't going to happen over night?" "I don't know what he thinks about i...
Brad Halstead had never heard of the band Fountains of Wayne, but when he heard their song "Stacey's Mom" playing in his teenage daughter's bedroom memories of a wonderful time in his life flooded back. About fifteen years ago Stacey Keen was his best friend. There weren't many kids their age that lived close by, so they gravitated together much of the time...
(This story was written with/influenced by, a good friend of mine who got me started writing on the net. It gives you, the reader the rarely afforded opportunity to 'see' what both sides are thinking. I hope you enjoy it) * * * Bad day. Rough shift, and to top it off, the stop at the mailbox had a letter from the ex-wife's lawyer. Likely trying to squeeze...
Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story. Grateful thanks to Dowageroftwo for further edits, ideas and suggestions that made it much better and to Red_sky_reader for pointing out more errors and suggesting fixes. * I didn't see it until I was almost on top of it. I had to slam on the brakes. My mind was preoccupi...
This follow-up happened because a guy, (I think: it's a neutral kind of name), called sgnatz, who is a litcrit I've learned to take notice of, gave me a push. I was sure I'd finished with Doug and his talent, but a message came thumping into my inbox... 'Take him five years down the line', it suggested, 'and see how everything's developed.' Sgnatz doesn't sa...
My name is Jim, James Hoggard, actually. I drive by the local university every morning on my way to work. Often there is heavy traffic and I catch many of the stoplights. I spent my time watching the female coeds. All shapes and sizes, some pretty, some not. Listening to the news on the economy I knew that many of those students were going into debt up to...
The light was peeking around the curtain when I felt Kat slide off of the end of the bed and head into the bathroom. I dozed off again and was awakened by an arm reaching around my waist. "Oh, she must have climbed back into bed without me realizing it." I thought to myself. She began to rub her hand up and down my bare hip and thigh under the covers. I wa...