Several Weeks Ago, The Flats, M. Kay Underground Lair Jane rarely cried. She couldn't remember the last time tears had run down her cheeks. She vaguely remembered she was an ugly crier. She inhaled the blanket that still had a faint trace of his scent. She needed a distraction from her emotional release. She was curvy and exposed on the bunk and her large b...
I guess when you start a diary; you should always start at the beginning. It is not my intention that anyone ever reads my diary, but I guess I have had some rotten luck as the years have gone by. My real Mum died; well that's what I tell myself, but to be honest, I don't even think of her as my real Mum. My step Mum was called Ruth. She was not my biologi...
DEBRA My first day off at St. Ophelia Retirement Village dawned dark and wet and cold. I could hear that magic sound of rain spattering on my window. Pulling the blankets up I tried to go back to sleep but I'm one of those people who can't help but get up and into the day. I rolled over and jerked off, had a shower, got dressed and went in search of break...
She felt a tear run down her cheek. Quickly bringing her hand up to her face she wiped it away. Nobody should know how she felt. Nobody was allowed to see her hurt. Taking a deep breath she tried to clear her mind, knowing she had to carry on like nothing had happened. Or at least like what had happened didn't affect her in any way. Hearing footsteps coming...
Hi everyone! This is my first submission here, I hope you enjoy it. The story is a long series that I'll be working on in my spare time. If you find any grammar or spelling errors please let me know, I proofread but things often escape me. Thanks! **************** Raven March 22, 2018. Today would mark the first day of Raven's 30th year on this planet,...
Two women, one blond and one brunette, perfectly shaped for male adoration, sat in a bar overlooking the Mediterranean, on a night full of stars. They sipped their drinks and watched the lights of the boats as they bobbed by. The summer evening was astoundingly hot which large fans battled with minimal success, and the women wore tube tops with their shorts...
FORWARD: The following story is taken from the diary of Dawn Sather-Ridley, who died in Manhattan in 2081. By all accounts, Mrs. Sather-Ridley led an uneventful life as a homemaker and mother. It was not until her diary was discovered after her death that her extraordinary story became known. * * * “Mommy, why do we have to wait here?” The little girl tugg...
To CB: thanks for hearing with listening. ***** "By the time we get into the hotel, it will be too late to call you, so we're saying goodnight now." "I know. And I'll already be up and about by the time you get up tomorrow. So call me on the cell phone when you get up. If you don't get me, I'll call you back. Have a safe flight. I love you, Sweetie." "Lo...
Mandy watched the luggage handlers scurrying around on the tarmac, like ants pursuing unknown goals in a frantic hurry. She leaned forward, closer to the window, her weight supported across her thighs against the rail as she took a picture to capture the memory. Jack looked up from where he was working on his laptop in the departure lounge. There in front o...
“DAMN” Jen threw the duvet off her naked body and looked in panic at the alarm clock’s display. It was flashing, so there had been a power cut overnight. She checked her watch and swore again. Of all mornings, it had to be today when she was due to impress her new sponsor with her professionalism. She didn’t even have time to start the day as usual, with a...