Six weeks had passed, and Linda and Jim had increased their relationship. He had moved into her large home and spent most of his nights there. Jim still had to attend fraternity parties and meetings. Linda went to some of the parties. At one of the annual alumni parties she got hit on by the older alumni than some of the girlfriends of the current members....
I grew up in a small town with a family of devout Catholics, and I attended religious institutions for both high school and college. I grew up in a rather conservative community, and I was constantly deluged with messages that abortion was evil. I was generally rather shy and didn't talk to many people. While my friends always told me tales of boys they ha...
Matilda Jenkins-Banner met her future husband Mathias "Wrecker" Banner while studying at the University of Chicago in the Fall of 1996. Back then, Mathias was the six-foot-five, handsome Black guy who ran the campus as the quarterback of the University of Chicago varsity football team. He would go on to play for the Miami Dolphins for three years and the New...
She died. She fucking died right there on top of him and it happened at what had to be the worst imaginable time. Eric was there, balancing on the edge, just about to make that one ecstatic, beautiful plunge into the very depths of her when she gasped loudly, her eyes went white and she died. Eric had to think quickly because this wasn't his boss' wife he w...
Author's note: The Carter brothers' legend continues. All names except the Carters and Philippe Trufont are my own creation to build the story around the legend. My description of the bar I named "Dominique's Dungeon" is an accurate description of a place in the French Quarter I've visited several times. Yes, you can see bikers dancing with cowgirls, Goths d...
This is an entry in Lit's Winter Story Contest 2006. It's more-or-less a Romance. There's some talk about sex, but the only real action is a fairly brutal fight. Consider yourself warned. == A weary Seeburg Select-O-Matic jukebox crouched beside the front door of The Rebel Yell. The tenth playing that evening of "Please Come Home For Christmas" was just e...
"The Flaming Llamas?" Ian chuckled as his eyes scanned the concert ticket in his hand. "What sort of music do you like anyway?" He dropped the ticket on the counter and removed the apron from his torso. Sara shrugged. "I don't know. I like sappy stuff," she admitted with blushing cheeks. Music... will Ian and I ever have a song together? When will we share...
"Welcome to Dungeons and Dragons. A game of adventure, ingenuity, and most importantly, imagination. This will be a game unlike any other you have ever played before. You will play the role of a character that you create, you will in a very real way inhabit this character. You will live their life, you will suffer through their struggles, and you will c...
Where the Streets Have Names The sunlight lovingly caressed my breasts as I removed the top of my bikini. Quinn was already completely naked and laying on top of a towel, having quickly shed her tee-shirt and shorts. This wasn't my first-time topless on a beach. Dave and I honeymooned in the south of France, and I'd gone native for a week. Quinn had a compl...
I can't really remember exactly where my fascination with female things began. My first memory of it is from when I was about six years old, wearing one of my sister's dresses. My parents-who were both very old-school Conservatives and Christians-caught me, and needless to say, they were horrified. It's not something I care to revisit in any detail, not only...