All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older. It was like any other Monday morning as I rolled out of bed, showered and got dressed for school. My mother as usual had already left for work and I entered the kitchen for my morning ritual of caffeine and nicotine. I poured the freshly made coffee into my favourite mug and then sat down at the kitche...
All characters portrayed in this story are older than 18 years of age * I buy a Diet Coke from the teenager at the concession stand and mill around awkwardly. My phone buzzes in my purse. I check the screen. Nicole is bailing on me. I sigh in annoyance and try to figure out who else I can invite. "Well, well, well. Brooke Bennett. Never thought I'd see yo...
Taylor saw a trick. A green Honda Civic was slowing down and, yes, the guy was nodding at her. She walked to the driver's window as fast as she could, though slower than usual because of the irritation on the ball of her left foot. "Can you tell me which way to Kroger's?" he asked. Damn. She knew and gave the fucker directions. A pretty, slightly built Af...
All characters are fictional And made up in my own head. You just love that feeling when he pulls you're hair and calls you a whore. His cold fingers grip hot skin, the breath against your neck. It's just like a dream but the sharp pain that numbs after a while keeps you from drowning in desires. You're a bad girl he croons as his hand strike up, g...
This story can be seen as a sequel to my recently published story, The Smoker. However, it can be read on its own if you have not, or do not want to, read the previous story. The Smoker received a mixed reaction. I am grateful for the encouragement I received, both online and off line, for the story The Smoker. In this story, Mary kicks the habit, and some o...
This is the longest story, and most autobiographical, I have ever submitted. The story is actually a sexual travelogue that I hope to continue through several different countries and experiences that I am familiar with while developing the characters. Because of the length involved I have broken the story down into chapters, something I have not done in my p...
"Leading by example, my ass!" Carly made her way to her office and grabbed her safety gear. She'd just been told by her boss that not enough employees had participated in the job shadowing program and that all staff now had to participate as a way of leading by example. She was told she was to spend the rest of the morning shadowing two electricians. She wo...
Today started out as simply as any other. Woke up (grudgingly), got the kids off to school with only a small amount of bitching and arguing, and indulged in one of the simple pleasures in life and probably the highlight of my morning: instant store brand coffee with hazelnut creamer and a marlboro light. As I eased my nicotine craving and sipped my caffeine...
Chapter 1 Somewhere in the 22nd century It was the worst city in the world, but I call it home. The city of dreams was a cesspool filled with crime and corruption; basically no one giving a shit. It was practically ruled by the pimps, the mob, and some corrupt cops wanting a piece of the action just to keep silent. Others have come here to get away from th...
*Standard disclaimer. This story deals with a fetish in which men find attractive women who smoke incredibly sexy. I don't read comments so if this isn't your cup of tea, please find another story to read as whatever you say about your dear Aunt Millie who died of lung cancer will be ignored. If you also have the fetish, I hope you'll enjoy this tale. *****...