copyright 2011, by PostScriptor all rights reserved This is the first time that I have put one of my stories into a Lit. contest.. I really have to thank RachLou for her exquisite editing — she made it much a tighter, better story. (If you haven't read her stories, you ought to!) An inveterate rewriter, if new errors have crept in, rest assured, they are a...
Monica, a twenty-five year old white wife to an American embassy attaché was lying on a lounge chair in the backyard getting a tan. It was a hot Sunday morning and the everywhere in the city of Abuja was quiet in solitude as most inhabitants were either in their respective mosques or churches. Monica wore a pair of shades and bikini outfit which she only wor...
I read a story recently about a girl that was described as "wholesome". A very attractive, blond, blue eyed girl with a great figure, good sized breasts, that just seemed clean cut and wholesome but was also very sensual. It reminded me of a girl I dated years and years ago, back before the pill and before I ever met the girl I married and am still married a...
The sweet, suffocating embrace of nostalgia didn't really hit Alex until he left the highway behind and eased onto the old dirt road. Nothing about Dallas, Texas, triggered any memories in him—his foster parents had rarely taken him or his current sibs to the big city, even though it was less than half-an-hour from their rural route—but this dirt road had ca...
I really didn't want to talk about this anymore, not just then. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, to try to figure things out. I knew there was something I had to do before I left though, if I expected to be able to ever sleep well again. "Kristi?" She raised her head and looked at me, her eyes clouded with hurt and doubt. "Honey, I need to tell you...
This is the second part of a story. It is recommended that you read part one first. As always comments are welcome. Mat and Martha entered the bigger town early one morning. They were instantly excited by the hustle and bustle that had already grown at this early hour. In the sleepy prairie town Martha had left, there would be still quiet in the main street...
To all my detractors, I love you. This is a story about a good looking black man seeking out the women who will respond to him. He engineers situations to his advantage, you just gotta love him eh! Lol. Christine Caroline Lomas, or CC as she was known, had been the cutest and the prettiest girl anywhere, right through Pre School to where she was now, a s...
Julie pulled into the driveway of the last known address of her friend Amanda. The last she knew, Amanda was living with AJ McLean from the Backstreet Boys. Julie had had a secret crush on him ever since she met him and she envied Amanda because she had his love. She had known Amanda since the two were in high school and she knew for a fact that her was us...
As I stood up in front of Tony, I said, "Remember how I got Tracy fucking you guys to get us out of debt? Well you're in debt, you could be her pimp, and she could fuck for you!" Tony's statement was, "Are you serious? Me, her pimp!" I reassured him that I was serious and that I know that he could get a lot of his friends as clients to fuck my wife. I rem...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...