First attempt to write a story in years. Of course, it follows that this is my first time doing this on this site. I have enjoyed reading many of the stories here for quite some time. So I thought I would give something back. This is fiction, any accidental correlation to anyone is purely happenstance. ****************************************** I was ninet...
CHAPTER 31: BARTON QUIGLEY'S WIKIPEDIA PAGE "If he'd been a self made millionaire there'd be at least one thing I could respect about the guy, but reading this he sounds like a complete asshole." Eve held a finger to her lips, "Ssh," nodding towards Ivan who was blissfully stuffing fish fingers into his mouth with a plastic fork. It was the evening of the...
It was three in the morning, but Erin didn't know that. Her wristwatch and her cellphone had been taken from her when Jack caught her breaking into his house earlier that evening, and even if she still had the wristwatch she wouldn't be able to glance at it restrained as she was. She kept time by watching the shadows fall with the streetlight that shone thro...
The Real Agenda and Musings of the Past. Prince Elian Augustin, originally fourth in line to inherit and oversee the 'prestigious' Augustin shipyards, a massive collection of docks and maintenance facilities around a large asteroid called 'The Novias Magastus', stood silently outside the transit carriage that bought him to his laboratory. He stood still fo...
Her favorite wine was out of stock and, with just two stores in town, he felt the mounting tension. He had very little time left. The second store, mercifully, had two bottles. With small towns, everybody knows everybody. Commerce is second to gossip. The shopkeeper was deep into her story and the person in front of him had lots of questions about so and so...
I often envy my friends here in metropolitan Ottawa, for the endless freedom that they enjoy. Of course, I never tell them this. They see me walking by, the tall, plump Arab gal with the hijab and long skirt, and they think they're so different from me. As if I don't have romantic or sexual fantasies, as if I don't have needs. They forget that I am a woman u...
*** This story is written from the perspective of Monica, Krissy's schoolmate from chapter 3 *** *** When I think about what happened when we were at the beach this summer, I feel a bit bad. I admit that it all was a way to get back at her after she made all her friends laugh at me at this stupid party. I didn't want to go to this party anyway, I hate all...
This story is supposed to be a romance. There is NO SEX! Please leave constructive criticism. Please rate the story and writing - not the characters. ***** "Raac, I've done something really stupid and I'm so sorry!" running into his arms and bursting into tears –hair a mess, makeup streaked. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking – please f...
Chapter 1 Kalaya heard the door slam shut and knew her play toy for the night was gone. The evening went as planned, and she got exactly what she wanted. She had come to the club with some friends, acquaintances really, they were just a few women from around her apartment complex. She was looking for a good lay, someone to ease the ache in between her thigh...
One Night in Canby Canby, Oregon June 3rd Something wet dripped onto my forehead. I slapped at it sleepily, kept my eyes closed and dug deeper into the blankets. Dripping again. Forehead, then cheek. I shuffled out of the way and it turned into a stream. Cracking my eyes open I saw my eighteen-year-old son standing by the side of my bed, dick in his hand,...