Authors Note: I meant to release this at Christmas time... Sorry it's a bit late. I should hopefully have more new chapters for my other stories out soon too. * "... Pasquier's use of controversial methods is likely what has kept him constrained to the semi-professional circuit because, once again, with a cast of mostly amateurs and spare-time thespians, h...
Well I begin telling her about my family. My parents have divorced many years ago and I currently live with mum. I explained to Yulia that mum never remarried and is still single, although not unattractive but actually mum is a very attractive woman probably older than Yulia and is happy at where she is. Of course Yulia wants to know what type of relationshi...
I was just in the middle of writing my third submission when I got stuck. Wrote this quickie for a bit of a break. I needed to unleash the inner cunt within me. I haven't read that many stories here so if this isn't an original idea I apologise in advance. I unashamedly admit that my last story, 'Onslaught', was an amalgam of other's ideas with one new con...
This all started about 6 months ago on a Saturday afternoon, my wife had said that she would be out all day, shopping with her friend, then she was going to the cinema to watch a film and said she would be back about 10pm. My little princess (Ana) was having a sleepover with her friends so she was out for the night, that's when I realized I would be by myse...
JOHN. John woke up late, but it was no problem as it was a Saturday and he didn't have to go to work this weekend. He had overslept a bit because last night had been his eighteenth birthday and he had been out with a few friends celebrating. Luckily he never suffered from hangovers so although a bit tired he was otherwise ok. Feeling the now familiar ache...
Edited by Willy B. Advice on the counseling by Writing Dragon the rest is mine. Like it or hate it the buck stops here. Megan Closing the door I made my way down to Sylvia's car, my eyes misting over despite my efforts to retain my composure. I just made it to the car before my tears started to flow. Opening the passenger side door I slid into the seat and...
So I thought that this was gonna be a suicide note; correction, a double suicide note. It's still here though. I guess this is gonna be something of an explanation instead. I suppose I owe that much to the dead. Upfront I'm gonna say this. It's gonna seem complicated to those who aren't me but here goes. When I say 'me' I mean the four of us. Like I said, I'...
Chapter 3 (of 7) -- Danny sets off for the airport -- to his 'placement'. Eighteen-year-old Danny Dawson's alarm clock went off at 5 a.m. on Monday -- a full two hours earlier than his customary weekday wake-up time -- and he surfaced sluggishly and reluctantly from the depths off his slumber. If you could call it that. For he had been awake for most o...
I sat back and watched as she hunched over the keyboard balanced on her knees. "Are you alright like that? I've got one of those TV dinner trays if you want." "No I'm fine," she said glancing up at me. "Okay then, I'll go back to my computer and do a little more work; we can stop for dinner in an hour or so and see what you've got by then." "Okay," she s...
Tabitha Pennington was a young lady of the 2,000s and didn't believe in fairies or leprechauns, or pixies or even Hobbits, although she was an avid fan of "Lord Of The Rings". She had been raised in Humble, Texas, but had commuted to work in Houston for Pineco Petroleum after graduating from North Harris County College over in Kingwood. Being a sophisticat...