Mikasa glided into the cafeteria, her straight black hair brushed to the side, crossing over her left eye. The white blouse of her school uniform pressed tightly against her body annunciating her small, yet visibly perky breasts. As she moved towards me her plaid flannel skirt rose up exposing more of her thigh with each step, the curve of her hips lifting a...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Part 7 Chapter 1 Cranking Up for the Long Trip North "Hayden, how close are you to being ready to leave?" Parker Scott called out to her lover, Hayden Wellington, from the bedroom of Swamp Central. She and fiancé Mark had married the year before, and their union had been more wonderful than she'd imagined. One o...
It was a good thing that Marti had that assurance to cling to, because over the coming weeks, that feeling of euphoria had it's fair share of challenges. In addition to all the normal Monday morning crisis' of running a business, this particular Monday morning also brought a slew meetings to iron out the details of the offer -- contracts had to be finalized...
How long has he been...? Eren wakes early in his cell this morning to find Levi staring him down, leaning his slim body casually against the brick wall on the other side of the steel bars. In his pyjamas, the subordinate sits up in bed with a yawn, wondering how long his superior had been there. Eren attempts to stretch his limbs, but in the heaviness of th...
She is swaying her hips to the ethereal song of a flute, played deep in the shades of the columned hall. Somewhere a fountain is burbling and the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle hangs heavy in the air. Diaphanous, flowing sleeves of lavender silk encase her slim, muscled limbs, the leggings being held up by garters connecting to gold-inlaid, snake-leather...
Daniel had been to the Hokkaido Steak House before but had never known that there was a back room for special guests. He was even more surprised when the lovely Japanese hostess greeted him by name. "Good afternoon, Mr. Morganson. Welcome to Hokkaido Steak House." "Uh, thank you." He tucked his sunglasses into his suit pocket, looking every inch the succes...
Tamiko made lasagna for dinner. While it was cooking, she told him the long, sordid story of her life. She had been born in a small town in northern California and was immediately given up for adoption. The Asian culture looked upon her as an ill omen and her parents opted to part with her rather than seek some kind of treatment or an operation that would ma...
"And ah, yeah, open this one." "Goodness, you shouldn't have," April gushed. "You've already made my day, sweetie." "One more goodie won't hurt, will it?" Larry smiled benignly as he handed her the final wrapped package. "Well," she said, smiling brightly. "I suppose I won't let it." He laughed. "Let's hope not." The Phaidon coffee-table tome truly did...
He or She who reads this tale Please note that the story is not as it may appear. For there may be certain things that pass you by. Things that you might miss, and need to spot again on a reread. A little, what's the word, hinting? Hinting in the letters. Individual letters. He or She who spots what I direct them to spot, please feel free to share what you...