"I hate Christmas!" Those words from the Grinch echo though my head as I open my eyes and see the cold, sterile surroundings of my hospital room. Why not hate it? If there was no Christmas, then there would be no Black Friday, and I would have not ended up in here. "Excuse me, Miss Cat, but there is someone here to see you." Quickly the nurse steps back to...
Welcome one and all to the next chapter of "Is Love All or Nothing?"! I know the wait has been long and everyone is eager to see what I have written. Your patience will be well worth the wait, unlike waiting for the hidden scene in Spiderman Homecoming. As always thank you Tigersman for editing my work and making it look a whole lot better than my first dra...
"Hi, Mark!" you exclaim as you slip through the crowd of coworkers to greet me with a warm hug. You stand high on your tip toes and throw your arms over my shoulders while I bend over slightly to meet you half way. You're much shorter than I am but for some reason you always choose to hug in this manner, with your arms on top. But I don't complain. Honestly,...
She is the least appealing girl I know, not that she's ugly or anything, she's just ... sour-looking, that's the only word for her, sour — she appears sour about everything, not that I know her very well, even though she's been around for most of my life. She has this small round mouth that she always puckers and purses like you do when you're tut-tutting or...
It's been a while since I submitted anything on L.E. to stir up the readership. Sorry, but life intervened and I had to focus on that for a while. Hopefully this little bit of fiction can make some of you smile or think, or both. The heaters will hate it anyway so I don't worry about them. There isn't any graphic sex in this story. Thanks to jo for editin...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. As the majority partner of a syndicate that owned a floating casino moored permanently on the banks of the Mississippi,...
Julie was 19 years old when we met in the early 80s. I was in my 30's. She was willowy and elegant with beautiful light brown skin, a great benefit from her Portugese and African heritage. Her 100 pound body was topped off with silky dark brown hair that nearly reached her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but very firm and needed no support from a bra....
The car slows to stop. I put it in park and stare down the building beside me. How I got to this point is a whole different story, but I will say it the gutsiest move of my dating career. Somehow I was just drunk enough to go over to the most attractive girl in the bar, while she was being flirted with. I rub the remnants of the black eye that I received aft...
In the following story the facts about water are true. I did some searching and research to make the story more realistic. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing my story and making it a much better read. DG Hear * Chapter 1: I'm Ken Nolan. I was born and raised in a small town in Ohio. I'm not a good-looking super jock nor do I hold a black belt in K...
Chapter One - Introduction : I first met Louise one night, many years ago, when she and her husband, Ross, ventured into the coffeehouse establishment where my band and I were performing. They were immediately noticeable, as they were easily the oldest couple in the room and tended to stand out rather dramatically amongst the usual rabble of rowdy college...