This is the first of a planned two-chapter story. I'd like to thank Ravenna933, as always, for her help in editing this story into the form you see below. I'd also like to thank my two beta readers, each of whom made small but helpful suggestions. The house next door had been in slow, sad decline since Mr. Olszewski died in 1989. Mrs. Olszewski lived there...
If you want to find out more about Shannon Boyle and her many exploits, she and her buddy Gina feature in many of my stories: How to Be A Good Mentor, Chats in the Stairwell, The Norwegian Made Me Do It, Dylan Gets Luckier... just to name a few. Though, of course, this story stands alone. Enjoy! * * * I was still twitching my new bra into shape as I made...
Chapter 11 There were times when Luciana was thankful for having an assistant. Pam, her assistant of three years, was an older, short-haired woman, who handled everything from phone calls to emails to appointments. After Cleo's passing, she asked her to take a break from work to be able to recover. But now that Luciana was back at work, she realized how muc...
©2020 Smuttyandfun This one is for the Winter Holiday 2020 Contest, and as always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. This story is longer than what I usually write, and hopefully you'll enjoy it. Stay Safe and Happy Holidays! Two days till Christmas and Greg Hanson wasn't sure if once their semi-annual sales meeting was over he'd hop on a...
The harsh white light of the interrogator's lamp dug into my eyes. As someone who spent most of his life hunched over a laptop screen -- ergonomics sounded like a problem for future Abby -- it wasn't quite as discomforting as the racist pukes from whatever government salad had decided to boot in the front door of my parent's house, throw around a bunch of of...
The audience drops into a continuing story written in first person POV (mostly). The following based on a true story. Given enough time, any question that occurs to the reader shall be answered, eventually. * I woke the next day, showered, put on a comfortable chemise, a microfiber and nylon blend thong and open toed sandals, made some coffee and sat down...
Author's Note: This story is set after "Bad Day for Shore Leave", and makes reference to some characters from that. However, it is stand-alone, and you don't need to have read that to follow events in this one. ***** "Sh'ree did say she was coming tonight, didn't she?" Edrilli shrugged, "I haven't spoken to her this afternoon. But, the last I checked, she...
Prologue One month ago... The young woman skittered away into a corner as a tall figure in surgical scrubs entered the room. Another followed behind, pushing a wheeled cart. "Time for your treatment, Grace," she said cheerfully. "Doctor...I don't think I want to do this anymore. I don't feel good." Grace rubbed her shoulders with fingers that had t...
There is another world that exists beyond the so-called "civilized" society we all take for granted. This world is no less tangible than its more mundane counterpart, yet most people are completely unaware of its existence. In what follows, I will attempt to recount the history of my journey into the bowels of the Masturbatorium. I do this for the sake of my...
I walked down the stairs and out onto the street. Seeing it was Sunday morning the street was deserted. There weren't any cars moving and no one was out and about. I knew finding a cab was going to be difficult this early so I started walking. Once I crossed the street I looked up to where I was sure Janie's apartment was and saw a drape flutter closed in on...