I apologize for the long delay in writing. Life has a way of consuming free time. I hope it was worth the wait. ***** Chapter 13 Sandy and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for just the right thing to wear for the party. I picked up a slinky black cocktail dress that hugged my curves perfectly. It had a halter-style top the buckled behind the hea...
Author's note: This chapter is structured a little differently than the others. I sort of wrote myself into a corner with it, and while writing myself out Jeanette's POV became a chapter unto itself. While the rest of Rebellion will probably feature three POV's a chapter, in the future I will probably write only one or two. I like having 4000-5000 words to a...
Sam and I had been dating for about 3yrs and she became increasingly demanding in bed over that time. If I didn't make her cum before I left for work, she would spend the day eating my head about it. One day I literally just wasn't in the mood and left for work without even having sex with her, and the shit started almost right away. We were arguing about an...
It just slid into her head again like the night before. I wonder if he fucks as well as looks? She had sat with her husband around the pool bar at the hotel absorbing the chilled, relaxing feeling that only a good holiday can bring and it was topping off a day where she had lay on the beach topless for the most part letting the warmth of the sun soak through...
Fucking Jesus! I’m sorry. I don’t normally swear, and I’m not... Well, not considering what just happened... Never in my life could I have imagined... Oh, what the hell! Again, I’m sorry. I’m sure this is just confusing. I’m a bit confused myself. I suppose it would help if I’d at least finish a sentence. I guess maybe that would help me tell what happened....
Five months have passed since the episode with Ben Johnstone. He terminated his employment at Loretta's agency, and he and his family have moved away. It is unlikely that we will ever hear from him again. Good riddance. The way I handled Ben, was a fix for the immediate problem and a treatment for a symptom, but it really did nothing to solve the root cause...
Once in a very infrequent while, something happens which haunts me erotically for months, if not years. Here's one such time. I'm nineteen years old. Resident of Norfolk, UK ... uh ... I'm not going to get more specific than that. Name's Ben. Just finished my A-levels. Or whatever they're called by the time you're reading this. I like to write. Yeah, I know...
Note: This is my first story, so don't be harsh. Only constructive comments please. Also, this is complete fiction, made up, and only a fantasy. The local radio station was holding a contest to win the only backstage pass the concert had that night. Luckily, I won the contest. I didn't know who I was going to see until I won. When they told me it was Ta...
The crowd was still cheering wildly even after the music had died down. Not that I could say I really blamed them, mind you. I had been waiting to see Evanescence live ever since I'd seen the music video for 'Bring Me To Life' one night, and I was pleased to say that they didn't disappoint me at all. If anything, they were even more impressive live. And it d...
Today I took off work so I could go on the tour of Orford Castle I signed up for last week. My boss will be pissed, but what the hell. I'm only here in England for a few years, so I want to see and do all I can in that time. That's the trouble with being in the military overseas. They want you to be like slaves, bustling to and fro, carrying out the mundane...