Brad needed this party. Stress had once more reared it's ugly head and sent him into a frenzy of action. Struggling with punishing deadlines, spending long days hunched over cryptic books and vainly attempting to organize lazy workmates had left the young man feeling as worn out as a fat man's pair of tights. No amount of working out at the gym had helped to...
I stare blankly at the text facing me. Do you still want to have sex with me? Scrolling up the page, I see that you are still online. I quickly type back: Are you serious? I mean, are you asking if I would want to if you were willing - or that you are willing…? I quickly hit send. I click over and over on my profile… anxious to see the in...
Five years ago, Abby strolled into the meeting room and into my life as a 18-year old having just completed high school. I still remember what she wore: red gym shorts, a blue tank top and black flip flops. Her light brown hair came down loose to her shoulders, swaying as she sat down in the seat next to me while we both prepared for the first day of orienta...
Author's Note: This story takes place following "That Questioning Look" and is meant to be read in sequence. Any votes or comments would be welcome and very much appreciated. Special thanks to TrueNorth1969, editor extraordinaire... though he doesn't call himself one! You rock, brother. * I'm back on the road again, ostensibly for work, but my mind is goin...
I'm Back! If you haven't read the other parts of this storyline, it won't mean much to you. The next installment will be posted two day from this now, in NonConsent. Thanks for your time. Part five. If you chased me through all the categories so far, I admire your persistence. .................................................. Dr. Jillian Parker sat at h...
Brian turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his apartment, shuffling through a pile of mail as he entered. He threw a few pieces of junk mail away and set the other envelopes on the huge stack of overdue notices and bills he already had on his kitchen table. The phone rang, and Caller ID said it was business. "Brian Johnson, personal trainer." B...
Chapter 12 – Hard Pressed "Sarah? Let me tell you about Sarah. She's a half-blood that wouldn't let you think otherwise; as capricious and beautiful as any elf, curvy and intelligent like a human and 'blessed' with the bleakest sense of humor I've ever seen. The captain says she worked in the gear pits in Pamor but she says that's not the case, insisting s...
August 1936 Jack Reynolds wiped the sweat from his eyes and stepped back. The afternoon was hot and he had been hard at for hours, least ways, it felt like hours. "What're you doing?" He started at the unexpected voice and turned. The owner of the voice was staring at him quizzically. "Working on my boat. What does it look like?" The girl said nothing...
Welcome everyone. I apologize if these notes are longer than the usual author's pre-amble, but given that this is my first submission and those reading this have no idea what to expect or what my preferences are, I figured I'd prewarn you. This is a dark work. A lot of stories I find have some feel good elements where everyone winds up more or less happy --...
This story is new territory for me sort of. I tell you now that there is no sex in it, so if you are looking for one of my usual explicit stories...sorry. This is one that has been in my mind for some time. It has a bit of true basis, garnered from a certain person from where I work. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. (And some details...