“Hey there, Cherry Pie… How’s business?” Cherry furrowed her brows and turned toward the man addressing her. Her mouth was prepped to spew forth a string of expletives, but instead lifted into a bright smile. “Oh, hey,” she called out to the handsome young man crossing the street to meet her. “I’m off duty right now.” The nighttime street- glistening f...
I am sorry but there is no sex in this story, the plot just didn't need it. Now my friend and editor has had a chance to read it through, I have made some improvements. Thanks Lily. T * The problem with keeping unused and unneeded bits and pieces in boxes is one day they have to be sorted out. After four years, this box is full of outmoded electronic gad...
This is my first time posting anything on this site. I've been reading stories on here for a while now and I have finally decided to write something on my own. I would like to receive constructive criticism on this please. I hope you all find the story to be entertaining. :) Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lacey smiled as the crowd applauded her for her e...
A Halloween/Samhain Tale: Where winds howl, spirits walk, the old ways are revered, heritage is realized, love transcends time, and pumpkin pie never tasted so absolutely sinful! Special thanks to the three people who helped this story become the best it could be. Litfan10, whose wonderful critiquing and kind editing advice were invaluable in making my stor...
"Mmmmm...um...cream-pie?" "What?" I said, my heart suddenly stopped. "Do you want the cream-pie?" she repeated, her eyes scanning the dessert menu. "Oh, uhh...yeah sure. Chocolate?" "Or banana. Let's share, I think two is too many." "Yeah, we can share one." I turned to the waitress, ordered the chocolate pie with two black coffee's. For a moment, I tho...
Gilligan's Island: The Viagraberry Bush The Professor called Skipper into his hut. “Wonderful news! I just heard on the radio that the United States Geological Survey mission to the South Pacific has extended their tour! By triangulating their itinerary against the daily rising of the star Aldeberan, and taking into account the longitudinal variations vis-à...
Laura ate pie by the roadside. The flimsy paper plate – balanced precariously between blueberry-smudged knees – threatened to close in on itself, as much from the heat as from weight and wetness. Damp strands of hair clung to her neck, forehead and face. A rebellious few came unglued and mingled with the pie as she chewed. She made no move to dismiss them,...
I would like to sincerely thank The_Outlander for a very helpful critique of this story. There's an old proverb that says 'don't shit where you eat'. Most people extend that to situations with neighbors that become somewhat more than friendly. Even when all the relevant parties are single, too many things can go wrong with no way for anyone to fully remove...
As I had imagined in any number of on-line, Second Life scenarios, I heeled behind Her ... two steps back, slightly to Her left, gaze focused on Her black boots, which were the style that season and didn't necessarily give Her away as a Domme. She led me up from the basement of the community center where the meetings were held, out into the cool night air of...
The Knicker Thief is someone you know. It could be a friend or a relative. Or a workmate. It might be you. When you next hold a dinner party, or a barbeque, have a good look around. The chances are that one of your guests is a Knicker Thief. How will you know them? You won't. They will be a most perfectly ordinary person, not strange or peculiar or sinister...