Readers: A near completely fictional account told in the first person. There is a very slight component of this account based on a friend's experience. Enjoy the fantasy. That's why this site rocks! ***** "Seriously, Jake. She just kind of likes to flirt. Besides, you should take it as a compliment." My wife, Janet, was referring to our neighbor that live...
I recently came across imhapless' original story, "For The Greater Good," which I enjoyed very much except for the non-ending. But since imhapless asked others to write their own endings, I read both the GeorgeAnderson version and the amyyum version, and enjoyed both. However, I saw it a little different than both of them, so for the first time ever I decide...
"When you imagine us *being* together, where do you see us and how?" I'm awake in the dark a few minutes before my cellphone alarm starts chiming. I get up in silence leaving my wife to sleep. I make coffee, clean the counter, and put away the dishes in the dark before dawn. My mind wanders over to you as you are making your own preparations for the next fe...
Jenna drove as fast as she dared. The wreck on the bridge had caused a stand still in traffic for thirty minutes and when it had started to move it was at a snail's pace. She was fifteen minutes late. Jared would be displeased. He'd told her to be home no later than six-thirty. She left the packages in the car and went straight inside. "You are late." "Yes,...
All characters of the story are 18+, any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. === It was sunny Friday morning and despite of the chilly February wind Sam was in a pretty good mood. Friday was a good day. It meant that weekend was just around the corner and the weekend meant videogames, laziness, and, most important, another chance to get int...
At first I was a little pissed she just discarded me like that so easily, but I quickly got over it, as I was now free. Thankfully there were no other houses nearby that I had to worry about being seen in all my naked glory. It took me a few minutes before I was able to drive away, as I had to get dressed first. I kept looking back at the house, as I wanted...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *You never really know what you can'tdo until you've tried to do it and failed* **This is NOT a political commentary; ... public personalities have been butchered in order to make the story light-hearted** * {4:45 am Friday, August 29th ~ 1...
Author's note: The following story is about young lust and mature longing, narrated by an unreliable teenager who thinks sex first in all matters at all times, with little regard to consequence. All characters, both real and imagined, are eighteen years or older. * * * * * When I stopped hearing the sexy feminine click clack of heels on the hardwood floor...
I really needed my own place. If this story has to start anywhere, it's at that point. My name is Catherine. My mother calls me Catherine, everyone calls Kate, and Bobby calls me Katie. Tom calls me Cat because I hate it. Otherwise he calls me Catherine. I'm twenty-two, I'm smart, I'm not lucky. Not lately. When I graduated from college I moved back home...
I want to give a couple of pages of background before getting on to the good stuff, because I think many readers would miss the point if I didn't. Many who read this will think I'm a wimp husband because I don't keep my wife in a cage. Nothing could be further from the truth. It takes a great deal of emotional strength to love a person without forcing them...