As Joy walked along the line of shops she felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman solely because of the amount of bags she was holding. Unfortunately the only person that had made any big mistakes was herself in wearing a pair of high heels to go shopping in. Her feet were in agony and she was seriously considering buying another pair of shoes just to be abl...
****************************** Hello readers. I do appreciate constructive comments, and I hope you enjoy. This is a two chapter story. Thank you for all those who made comments on my first story. I hope your constructive input is reflected in this story. Happy reading. ***************************** After he returned from his trip, he could tell somethi...
Monday morning came and classes went by fast. It wasn't long until he was in Ms. Callahan's class where she was going over composition ideas with each student individually, giving the class a free period. As the bell rang, she told Chris to stay behind. "I didn't forget about our appointment," he said, showing his palm with the words 'Ms. C @ 3' scrawled a...
It was a dark and stormy night. Not really, I just wanted to start a story saying that. I'm Joe Friday, no relation to Jack Webb on the old series 'Dragnet', although I am a detective. I arrived home one evening and my wife Megan told me we received an invitation to my college reunion. They were going to make it a Halloween theme with everyone in costume. I...
REUNION Hansel Gingersnap stopped before the front door of Grandma Nyx's house. He looked around to make sure nobody could see him as pressed the doorbell . Ever since his sister Gretel disappeared, the onus of making these little check-in visits had fallen on his broad, albeit protesting, shoulders. But he liked to hide his activities at Grandma Nyx's hou...
Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker, the last of a three-part story arc, is fiction, so chill. Fuckers are over 18 and shun condoms. Tags: fuckfest, bisexual, pregnancy. If you object, stop reading. No incest here. Voices and details may be unreliable. Opinions may not be the author's. Read prior chapters first. Comments are demanded. Enjoy! ***** Stanley St...
Gestalt 00.2: Angel Trumpet Flower~ the ghost of Thursday's past It's about quarter-to-five in the morning. I can tell 'cause that's the time the garbage truck always comes by making that fucking godawful racket that wakes me up just like this every fucking Thursday morning. Usually I endure this by silently fuming while practicing my gratitude meditati...
It was the most intense, most emotionally powerful kiss of my life. We might not have gotten many points for technique, and it wasn't especially passionate. We were both a little too tentative. But my knees were shaking, and I could feel Simran trembling, as well. I held her in my arms, afterwards, almost unable to believe that she was there. Finally. This...
Authors Note: This story is an extension of the American version of The Office. Specifically, it chronicles the sexual awakening of Pam Beesley, one of the main characters. The story will come in three parts, this being the first installment. This being my first attempt at erotic literature, and thus my first attempt at fan fiction, I welcome constructive cr...
Leaves scuttled across the damp pavement as if they too were hurrying to their own predetermined affairs regardless of their own desires. Claudia hunched further into her black hooded sweatshirt, her eyes scanning the street for approaching children. She'd been accosted thrice already by rug rats looking for candy, and she thought she might just snap if anot...