By popular demand. This follows directly off the "Chad Takes a Gymnast" story; go ahead and read that first if you want, but you shouldn't need to. I've got to say, this story went in an unexpected direction. Enjoy! * * * The walk from my fraternity house over to Quannack Hall seemed longer than usual. It was balls-hot that evening, even with the sun l...
Author's Note: Once again I want to thank Techsan for taking time from his busy schedule to correct my spelling and punctuation errors for me Please provide feedback. It is the only payback we authors get for our efforts. Thanks It was a Friday night in mid-June and I was sitting at gate 56 in Terminal 5 at Los Angeles International Airport trying to get...
This story is a bit long. If you're looking for a lot of sex you won't find it here. There is only enough sex to make the story work. My reason for writing was to show how decisions we make affect more than just ourselves. I hope you enjoy it and appreciate any and all comments. ***** She walked out the door. I knew it was going to happen. It had been com...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. While this works fine as a standalone, it is a follow on to the story "Monster." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and for editing and beta reading, and to Ckcppr and No1specific for b...
Mark's Story I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. So when a member of the Swedish Women's Ski Team sat down next to me the first day of classes, I immediately engaged her in conversation. She wasn't really a member of the Swedish Ski Team, she just looked like it: tall, blonde, long legs and a great figure. And, as I was to learn, she really was Swedish, or...
Title - His Guiding Light Could the light lead him to love? ************** Author's note -- I'd like to thank my editor, who always makes the story better. The prereaders and editors that help with our stories deserve all the praise they get and more. Thank you. All mistakes are my own. The next paragraphs give some small insights into the story, so you...
Author's note: First, thank you for the positive reception of my stories. I am humbled for the compliments bestowed. Second, thank you for your critiques, I can only wish it helps me become a better writer. I have noticed that a common complaint is the "storybook" endings my stories tend to gravitate to. I can only acknowledge the veracity of that complaint....
Rory Martin was wondering why ever since she started her path into Crescent Pine Woods. She was shivering in her black cloak looking up into the night sky, the stars misguiding her on her way to the little cabin that sat near the edge of the forest. As many times as she had visited her grandmother, following the same path, she was now completely lost. Two y...
© Fionna Guillaume 2016 *** Prologue: The Cards Rosemary sat in the back room of Triple Goddess Herb Shop, drinking a huge mug of chamomile tea and feeling sorry for herself. She'd just been dumped. Again. This time the sad, nascent relationship had made it all of three months before disintegrating beneath the barest discussion of a long-term future. Jaso...
Here I am, standing in a bus terminal, my two preschool children standing on either side of me. We are waving at a bus as it pulls out of the loading station. We cannot see inside the bus. We are hoping that mommy can see us waving to her and that she is waving back. My heart is in my throat. My stomach is in knots. I would probably be panic stricken except...