"Helen..." Martine scanned the little space quickly. Whatever her mentor saw in it had yet to register on her. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" The older woman raised one eyebrow ever so slightly. "Isn't it a bit late for second thoughts, dear?" "No...well, maybe." The surrounding area was beautiful, open and lushly green, but the city was quiet, far qu...
This is my first submission to the site. This is part one of a 7 (maybe more) part series. If feedback is positive there are also at least two other storylines I would like to write. Let me know what you think. * Chapter 1 The Actor's Wife El Amigo de la Muerte, The Friend of Death, Marco Cortez. A single man with an enormous... reputation. Employed by...
Here in is the first part of my sequel to capecodmercury's story, "Nighttime Confessions" 10/3/2005 Ch. 1 Donald Prescott stood staring out his bedroom window, the night time stars were twinkling but there was no moon to cast a comforting light. He listened while the ringing of the telephone in his wife's room continued to go unanswered. He left the third...
What you are about to read is a true story, near as I can recall, although the names and some locations have been changed to protect the guilty. This incident happened 15 years ago, and is the single craziest thing my wife and I have done sexually in a marriage that is now pushing 25 years. We are now in our late 40s, and a lot has changed since that time....
I was out all night partying with Jill and Niki and somehow got left behind alone in the nightclub when it closed. My walk of shame would begin as soon as I walked through those two front doors. I tugged at my dress before opening the doors to a city full of dim lit streets. No alarm sounded when I pushed the doors open and entered the city; my only grace i...
"You should report him to HR for sexual harassment." Steven's voice rushes over me, bringing my steady typing to a halt. My hands hover above the keyboard frozen in shock as I look up into his serious grey eyes. "What? Who would I report for sexual harassment?" "Mr Brookman." Mr Brookman is one of the senior partners at Sinclair, Brookman and Pierce, th...
Chapter 3 -- A Reward for good service. Desiree got off work and headed home, it was a good day and she planned to go out and celebrate. When she got home she drew a bath and relaxed in the soapy bubbles, the whirlpool jets stimulating her skin. Feeling relaxed she leans her head back and starts massaging her soapy breasts lightly with her fingertips, sm...
The truck bumped along the road through the dark forest of the Michigan night. It was a work truck with tools and equipment in the back. It was a work truck and Eric Fulton worked hard for a living. His callused hands loosely held the steering wheel with the ease of a man who drove a lot as part of his job. The truck was an older model Ford pick up with a be...
"I can't do this any more!" I cried throwing my coat to the floor. "I've just spent all day at lectures; all evening waiting tables; it's eleven thirty; I've got to be at college by 9:00 tomorrow; I still haven't finished the assignment due in on Friday and all I can think about is sleep." "Hey Becki? Stop there. let me help you. Or at least let me get you...
Amy knew Steve's face pretty well, in a "small town" kind of way. This wasn't unusual; having lived there all of her life she recognized most of the town's residents by sight and knew Steve from before High School, where he was a year ahead of her. It wasn't like they stopped and talked across shopping carts for hours at the grocery store, more that Steve wa...