Mary reached out her hand silencing her alarm clock, cursing it for dragging her back from her dreams into a reality that she, for the most part, despised. She rose from her prone position to sit, leaning against the headboard, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Suddenly it dawned on her, like the sun that shone in through her half opened curtains; it was Wedne...
Sandy was nervous as she sat in the waiting room of Frederico, one of New York's finest photography studios. It was a week before her husband Dean's birthday, and she had decided to surprise him with a set of sexy "Boudoir" pictures that he had been hinting at wanting for a number of years. She had heard that this photographer was renowned for eliciting from...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 9 == It seemed like years since I'd had such a long phone conversation with Master. When we first met we had two or three such conversations every week for the first few months we knew each other. But since I've been wit...
You stare bleary-eyed at precarious pyramids of gamebooks strewn out across a card table that was starting to bow in the middle. A bespectacled woman so small that you could barely see her beyond the stacks sits on the other side. She pays you little attention as you browse. The book fair was starting to look like a bust. You came thinking that you were goin...
Irrational Man Acting Out (We Died Laughing) Who but Woody Allen could write and direct a movie with a title like Irrational Man and go straight to the heart of the subject? That's right, Irrational Man is about so-called "Continental philosophy," the ideas of Jean-Paul Satre, Martin Heidegger, and Soren Kierkegaard. For them, men don't occasionally or fre...
My very first story, written for a Friend. No sex but a sequel is in the works. Please vote and comment whether positive or negative. Enjoy! ＊ I enter the library to pick up The Book. It had arrived on loan from another library and delaying its retrieval was not an option. I take a deep breath before ascending the stairs to the circulation desk. I can alm...
(Note: This is a two chapter story with both chapters here. I hope you enjoy this adventure across the thin line of reality and fantasy.) * I hadn't been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail a the post office, sometimes get a bowl of s...
My first ever story. I will continue it if people like it. Prologue The rules were clearly written on the first two pages of the book and the final warning was on the third: Before turning this page four people, two men and two women, must agree to join the game, to choose a part, and to follow all rules. Fair warning, once this agreement is made, it cann...
The blaring of his alarm clock was the last thing he wanted to hear at the moment. "Hey Sam, could you get that." After a few moments of incessant beeping he forced his eyelids open, "Sam just reach over there babe...ugh I forgot she had an early class," Tyler groaned rolling towards the vacated spot next to him where the two had pushed their small twin beds...
It's a gray old morning typical of winter in Melbourne, you miss the sun but that's just how it is. I'd hate it in some ways if it wasn't like this, the constant sunshine and heat in the tropics isn't my scene, I love having four seasons. With the seasons comes the variety, the change in mood, the change in activities and most importantly, the change in what...