(This is an interracial fantasy is you have issues with that just don't read the story this isn't a place for hate) * I'm on my very first airplane ride to Texas. I hate planes ever since my aunt died in the twin towers on September 11,2001. So far the ride was smooth the husky black man beside me was exhausted he has slept since sitting down. I've been li...
The widow sat in a small, windowless room just off the chapel where her husband's body lay. The room was reserved for family of the departed who needed respite from well-wishers or a moment to grieve in private. Her hands trembled as she stared at the envelope the fire chief held out to her. "Roy left this in case he didn't come back from a call." Chief Lu...
This was probably my very first attempt at writing adult fiction and was more of an effort at exploring my own fantasies and thus work out what drove me than any serious effort to entertain others. Reading it now, it seems simpler and more direct than my later work and may be better or worse for that. I will leave it to you the gentle reader to decide... *...
You sit on a plane heading to China, “Can I have a Coke please?”, you ask a stewardess as suddenly the plane is loosing altitude, people are screaming and you are trying to reach for the yellow oxygen mask... you slowly pass out as the G forces are too high for you to handle. People are crying as you wake up, far out in the sea you see something burning “Wha...
One of my secret ambitions is to be a screenwriter and a director. An Academy Award winning screenwriter and director. And of course, I want all the perks that go with being an Academy Award winning screenwriter and director: a house in Pacific Palisades, a Cadillac Escalade, Nissan NSX or a convertible Mustang GT, maybe all three; I suppose it depends on th...
© SusanEngland January 04 – This story may not be quoted in whole or in part at any other site without the express permission of the author. The author would appreciate any comments on this work at her email address. I wrote this story in response to a Club ‘Valentine’s Day Competition.’ I cried the whole of the time I was writing. I hope that it is not to...
I closed the door to Eli's silver Grand Am. I could still see his face through the glare on the window. He grinned and blew me a kiss and then his car exited the lot of Quiet Village and sped down the street. I stood on the sidewalk and stared at the entrance, my gloved fingers touching my lips. A young couple was coming out the revolving door. The woman hu...
There comes a point when the body is so physically and mentally drained it shuts down. I had passed that point hours ago. Words like, "Her condition is grave. We're doing everything possible, but..." will do that to you. My clothes were grungy. I reeked of sweat. I wished I would have had time to clean up and change, but I hadn't. The skin on the back of m...
Bindi peeled off her wetsuit in the change room of the scuba shop and hopped into a toasty warm shower. The wood-panelled walls of the tiny change room became steamy very quickly. Had Jason noticed her checking him out during the dive expedition? Bindi's tummy turned flips. Jason was a honey. Early twenties, bright blue eyes, a solid tan, curly brown hair, c...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Iron Author Air Deprivation Gasping for Air "He...