Miles Williamson was a college professor at a small college in a small town in the northeast part of the United States. He was 32, stood 5'9", slightly overweight, had shoulder length brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes which were often hidden behind thick glasses. He was single, and generally was thought of to be rather stuffy by his students. They thought o...
After many years of trying as an amateur writer, I finally had found a publisher who was interested in publishing a mystery novel I had written. The "gimmick" of the novel was that the detective who solved the mystery was a woman named Sherri Holmes, who used the methods of the venerable Sherlock Holmes. The publisher invited me to his New York office for l...
Harry not only works as a Director at the football but he also owns his own business and does business with many of our town's big (and not so big!) businesses. Among which is the company my parents work for. He would often go round to their place of work and had become friends with both of them. And due to the football, he also became sort of a friend to me...
We were outside on the rear deck of Edgewater, the bar where my work had planned their monthly drinking binge. It was night and Keri was drunk. The rest of the staff were pretty lit too, but she was close to that point where you would feel that you were taking advantage of her if she came on to you. She was petite; small hands and feet on a five foot three f...
He was acting strange all day. For some reason he kept looking at me I had the sensation that he was feeling guilty about something. I didn't want to think about it and yet I couldn't shake it off. We were having a party that night. A few friends were coming over for dinner and drinks. The usual gang, not a big deal at all. It was a warm summer night so we...
This is my first submission. Any feed back will be appreciated. I heard the shower running, when I walked into the apartment. I poured myself a small glass of vodka, and sat in the recliner. I pulled the handle to lean the chair back, and reached for the TV remote. This was not my apartment or my chair. It was my boss’s home. He had gone to Europe, for a...
Hello, there. My name is TJ. I am a young Haitian brother from the state of Massachusetts. I'm eighteen years old and I am studying Criminology at Bridgewater State College. I have a story to share with you. It's a story about life, love and what happens when a young man gets lost and has to find his way back to what truly matters. Back in high school, I wa...
"Listen up, you pale bozo, I can see right through your bullshit, you're threatened by smart people who don't look like you, well, buddy, you can kiss my fat ass," Fariha Jasmine Dinga said haughtily as she glared at her former boss, criminal division junior partner Luke Stanwood. The short, skinny white guy in the dark business suit swallowed hard, and seem...
It was a Thursday night, Janessa just closed down the store at about 10 after 9, when the last customer left. It wasn't that busy but you always get the last minute customers who "know you're closing" but will only be "a few minutes". That always irked Janessa. She was working alone tonight, as usual. That happened quite a bit. She was at the counter getting...
This story is written for Claire. You are truly a very sexy if slightly fallen angel! As I walked into the pub I noted it was fairly quiet. Arriving at the bar I was greeted by the lad serving. He drew a pint of bitter from the pump then as I paid we chatted. "It's a bit empty in here?" I asked him. "Always starts a little slow but gets busier as the even...