Chapter 2: Amiens My Dear Bartelby, 26 May 1727, Amiens Bart old man you can not imagine the boredom I have faced in this Godforsaken Frogville. I don't understand why foreigners have to speak some jabber jaw that means nothing, they should learn English like all right thinking gentlemen. At least I have a knack for languages and I can speak Frog tolerab...
I reported for my shift as a paramedic with anticipation since I would be working with a new female medic. I had seen her a few times during her training and she was good looking and had a pleasant personality. We did the usual things during the morning checking equipment and responding to various calls and then time for a quick lunch. We stopped at one of...
Albert woke early that next morning and noticed immediately that Marianne wasn't there. Figuring she got up to go to the bathroom at the storm drain, he sat waiting, silently picking some of the lint from his hair and clothes. While sitting there he noticed some money strewn on the ground and quickly checking his pocket he found his money was gone. Picking u...
I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight. I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of...
A wave of ecstasy washes over Lisa as she slowly wakes up. The silk sheets that cover her feel wonderful against her naked body. She allows herself to lie there, eyes closed, and lets her hands explore her body. Every touch brings about a pleasurable sensation. Her hands reach her breasts and finds two swollen nipples. She lets one hand drop to her pussy and...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
Cindy woke up around noon one Saturday. She wasn't quite sure, but she believed it had been about four months since she had left Dan crying in their suburban dining room. She laid in bed remembering the oak table she'd polished once a month and dusted every Saturday. Their house sat on a quiet cul-de-sac in a neighborhood with a homeowner's association and...
Maura was anxious to get home, but she had to wait for the 3D printer to finish making the 2 custom designed pieces of jewellery. When the machine indicated that it was finished, she rushed over, grabbed the printed items and made her way home. Once she opened the front door to her house, she was welcomed by the smell of a nice meal. "Jane, are you cooking...
He met her on the Internet, sent her one of his published stories in fact. It was called "Straight Edge," a knife play story. Her response was straightforward, "i've never been more aroused in my entire life till i read that." She wasn't much for grammar or capitalization, but he already knew that from her web site postings. That was how it al started. They...
The road was a lot smoother after the fall of the chopper. Or rather, Snake and Delilah noticed the bumps far less. A primal energy, fueled by the destructive power of a high-caliber rifle, rose within him. Violence was not as cathartic as it had once been, but sex still worked just fine. There had been a point in his life when this wrathful energy boiled up...