College; it's the sponge that had been soaking up most of her life since the first of the year and now that her final exams had been completed, she could go home to celebrate. She might not have been at the very top of her class but she didn't care, her degree would be in her hands in less than two week, so until then she wanted to go home and spend time wit...
"You wanted to see me, Jack?" I said, walking into his office. It was warm and large with a fireplace. He nodded, puffing on a cigar. "Yes, yes, Mya Dear. I wanted to speak with you about your next film. Sit, sit! No need to stand," he said gesturing to the single chair opposite him on the other side of his desk. "Okay, but shouldn't you be speaking to Ang...
Chapter 2: Mya's Ride I sorted my way through a stack of faded, men's jeans to make sure that they were all in perfect condition and placed them back on the shelf with the other 500 pairs of identical pants. I sighed. As much as I had wanted this job in the beginning, it wasn't all it was cracked up be, just sorting clothing for the men's department of Sear...
The continued saga...of my feeble efforts for novel writing month...very rough first draft...be merciful. *** Rata nodded her head casually to the younger priestesses as she passed them in the corridor. Even over two hundred years since ascending to the office of High Priestess she was uncomfortable with the deference shown to her. Who was she anyway? Not...
Hello readers, Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination. This is an interracial love story....
"Just like I always imagined," Mandrake says. Mira doesn't hear him at first. She is looking through her purse trying to find the pain pills the doctor Delray had taken her to had prescribed. He told her to pop a few whenever the pain got to be too much. Her past addictions make her leary of most controlled substances, but with a headache this bad she has no...
Author's Note: Aleksander's speaking parts are supposed to be missing words. He is Russian with a thick accent, so please keep this in mind. :) Enjoy! -X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X- "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me." The tall, muscular man said, venting to the empty air. Steam boiled up from beneath the hood of the GT500, making the driver pull off the deserted de...
Rata came awake slowly. The first thing she noticed were the warm waters lapping at her skin. She smiled and relaxed back into its welcoming and healing depths. That was when she noticed the soft gentle embrace. The ample breasts pillowed her throbbing head. Breasts that had comforted her for hundreds of cycles. It took all of her effort to force her heavy...
Note: This is another totally true story, although the names and places have been changed to protect the guilty. *** The guy had, almost by accident, become a good friend. He was thought of as quite a strange kind of person, by those that new him. He was one of those completely useless types, no confidence at all, no self-esteem, he even said that he must...
Standing on the stage in front of three hundred students and over six hundred family members made her choke back her stage fright and take a deep breath before beginning her speech. Instead of having her speak before they handed out the diplomas like every other high school in the area, they had her speak afterwards but before they switched their tassels ove...