The first thing that struck me was fear. A chill went through my spine as the frozen girl was rolled into the dining room on a wheel furnished table with a white linen tablecloth that reached almost to the floor. The procedure was slow; two waitresses pushed the table until it fitted right in front of me, sitting on a chair, napkin in knee. I felt like witne...
I was in the supply room down behind the copier trying to clear a paper jam when Bill and Henry came into the room for something. Since I really don't like Henry I didn't stand up and say, "Hi guys" so they didn't know I was there. They had been talking when they walked into the room so I didn't know who they were talking about, but the gist of the conversat...
PART ONE - A little background Relating a story like this is extremely peculiar behavior for me. I never considered myself having any “creative” flare or writing skill. What drove me to contact my now friend shooter3704 was simple. I needed to confide in someone, someone outside my circle of friends and acquaintances. I am about to recant some events that...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learn...
During this story you can visit any world and become anyone there will be sex scenes but this is mostly just about the story and if anyone wants to add to the story go ahead because this story can go in many possible directions. I am sorry to all people who read my other stories i will add more to them soon, so please be patient thank you, Also enjoy this ne...
[My fair critics are excluded from this 'ranting and raving' piece. --Egmont Grigor.] * Edgar Monty Grigg-Noir entered the literature laboratory containing the Class of '08 with trepidation as if facing raucous critics living on unsustainable vegetarian diets or who were victims of over-consumption of red meat. The red-faced Professor Herring had given Mo...
There are women who enjoy playing the coquette with men without realising how dangerous their little teasing game can be. This is especially the case with women in their middle years that, growing doubtful of their feminine charms, and wondering if they can still attract males, dangle themselves like bait on a hook before a hungry fish. It is especially haz...
Ok this story was written by request for a girl that was into extreme verbal abuse, humiliation, and degradation. It is not for everyone but if you are into total surrender and submission then you may like this one. Just a warning that for some, it is extreme and for you real sick bastards, by your standards it may seem tame. Enjoy: It was one of those hot...
I don't know why I'm bothering with this note here. This story is FICTION. If you don't like fiction, go somewhere else. I will delete comments that make personal attacks on me or any other reviewer. The Players The Boxers, Liz (43) and Walt (46), and the Coles, Wanda (42) and Tim (46), had been neighbors for years. They raised their families together a...
You are amazing. I stared at the wrapper, seeing the words but not fully comprehending their meaning. I clandestinely looked around the room, checking to see if anyone else was looking at me. But everyone else's eyes were facing the six pages of trigonometry test that we'd just been handed. You are amazing. The words were still there. Scribbled in black f...