Seventy Five! I think 75 is a milestone, don't you? Particularly when my final objective is only 100. I'm three quarters of the way there. On the way to what, you ask? My 100th guy. I designed a stickpin just for the occasion. It's the symbols of the two sexes, interlocked and made out of platinum for, of course, 75. The center of it is a ruby for my red ha...
This is the third chapter of a 13-chapter novella. All has been written and will be released over the next month. For a greater appreciation of the story as a whole, I'd suggest reading the previous chapter. Many thanks to HallidayTee for helping me put this story together, and please make sure to vote! Chapter 3: Going Out "Here's your mission dossier." L...
They were in a cosy tangle of limbs in the rumpled bed next morning when the phone rang. Jeannie fumbled for the handset, juggling it as she almost dropped it, but finally got it to her ear. "Hello? ... Oh, hi, Helen. Is my Dad still alive? ... you're sure? ... yeah, she's here. Hang on a sec." Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty. "It's your mom." "Hi, Mom....
I looked over the mountain of paperwork left me by the last supervisor. Even after two weeks in my new job I still couldn't find the top of the desk. Paper less company my ass. I was buried in an avalanche of print outs and carbon less forms. It was a good thing my wife was still in North Carolina. Working late is easier when the person you love is living fi...
It was a bit after five on a Friday afternoon. Jacko was walking down Charlotte Street, headed towards Tottenham Court Road Tube station. He had been to a meeting with a customer research outfit whose offices were on one of those cross streets between Charlotte Street and Tottenham Court Road, and he was trying to decide if he might pop in somewhere and trea...
March 4 Talked with Jamie after class today and he's still not feeling up for anything. I encouraged him to get some sleep and he agreed, tapping out for the night. I texted Min Seo, more out of boredom than anything and she responded nearly instantly. I greedily read that she was doing homework but might have time to hang out Saturday. That was more than I...
That wonderful Summer of discovery I was 18 and a tomboy, if that term is still used. I climbed trees, ran races, played ball with the boys, rode a bicycle every day and loved my life, my family and my friends. I knew far more boys than I knew girls, but it never seemed important to me. I went where I wanted to go and with the people I wanted to be with....
A small preface to the story at hand. Nicolas, the demon within this story, is not a demon born and raised in hell. Instead, his parents came to the surface of earth to raise him among mortals in the modern age, and as such he is not an uncaring beast of primeval nightmare. He looks very much like a human, albeit with bright blue hair, golden-orange eyes, tw...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a glance at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he would know how to use his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. What a body. Perfect. My apartment was close to Th...
I opened a bottle of bubbly and Rosie found enough food for Emily to make some sandwiches. It was amazing where the time had gone. We quickly settled back into a fun mood as I showed them the photographs I had taken yesterday at the Park. We reminisced about the good times and even Rosie was heard to comment. 'I can't believe I wore that out in the park. Loo...