Dante sauntered lazily into the classroom that morning, unaware of his easy rolling swagger that caught the eye of all the girls. Unaware of how his perfect, rugged profile and messy black hair brought a hitch in their breath. Unaware of how the other guys hated him with the terrifying intensity of an angry swarm of bees. He wove his way through the maze of...
This story, my first effort, is affectionately dedicated to a very special lady from the South (USA), without whose inspiration it would not have been conceived. The story gets off to a very slow start. Readers who are purely interested in the 'sexy bits' should probably jump to Chapter 6. I hope, however, that there are a few people out there who like a lo...
Rose, Jessica, and I were hanging out on a Friday night. It was the first time the three of us had been alone together since Rose walked in on us last week, but surprisingly things weren't that awkward. Rose had always been wary of the two of us, given our past, and that hadn't really changed. Obviously now she was watching us for a different reason. Rose...
A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...
Gabriella Ella held her shirt beneath the scalding water as she scrubbed furiously at the smelly beer stain that soaked the front. The material darkened and transformed the thin white cotton tee into transparent material. "Fucking bitch." There was a reason she had avoided these types of parties like the plague. She had been there less than fifteen minu...
John stood in the doorway and stared at the destruction Larn'kelnar had wrought. When the energy beam had cut the Invictus in half, it had scythed through the bedroom, melting the titanium superstructure with ease. Where John's massive bed had once rested against the wall, the room was now open to the elements, giving him a spectacular view of the Arcadian j...
Author's Note: This story is a collaboration between Jim (Mojavejoe420) and Mel (melanieatplay). We hope that you check out some of our other works and, as always, comments and critiques are appreciated. - - - - - I might be worse for wear, But I don't care, I'm going back to Salome. Shawn Colvin - - - - - Jenna: Spring A psychologist might cal...
Author's Note: Following on from the first Glencross Manor story, we turn our attention to Ruth's donor, Richard, and how he came to be a donor at the formidable yet mild-mannered Mrs. Elspeth McEill's rather unusual human reproduction and embryology institution, and his encounter with his first ever client. As always, all characters are over 18 and any simi...
1. The room was silent, lit only by the bright arc lamp which shone its beam onto one side, that of April. Her body naked knelt upon the bed with her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and back, her head bent forward, in hiding from the light. Then the music began, a slow soft drumbeat at first getting louder and rising in tempo with it her head...
-Chapter 5.5- Sometimes I have pressured myself because I want to achieve and other times because I fear failure. It is not often I put pressure on myself because my body tells me to, pressure to fill a need; to scratch an itch. I fall back onto the bed and the mattress does little to soften my landing. I wish there were a clock in this room something...