Your outlined form under the blankets is momentarily there with the dim light of the hall - then, gone as I quickly and quietly close the door. Gingerly making my way to the bed the soft scrunch of my bare feet on the carpeting sounds too loud, raising fears I may wake you. I slip from my clothes; the soft gentle rhythm of you breathing the only sound in th...
I re-read your electronic messages a dozen times imagining your voice, the way your lips move, your hands stretching over your face, removing your glasses, rubbing your eyes. The notes allow me to imagine that we actually spoke, in person. Another chance to be near you, to smell you and watch your hands dance in the air as you talk, move close to me and then...
LOOKING FOR WRITERS! Since I have been pretty busy in the past few weeks, anyone who would like to add to this story may do so! I would love to see it be continued :) Today was no different than any other day in your average life. You went to your same old boring job at a marketing company. It had been a hard day at work, so you went to bed early, hoping to...
Growing up, one of the things I hated was having to share a bedroom with my brother. Sharing with any brother would have sucked, but my brother was - well, I think the polite word is - an asshole. But I will admit that he was an asshole who was good at handyman stuff. So when our dad gave him permission to fix up an old shed we had at the back of our yard as...
News, they tell me, never sleeps, only managers. Working the night shift can be a lesson in brutality, but it can also be something of a joy. I can get more work done in two hours than many people can craft in an entire day. The work is largely free of oversight and even if there is a problem or breaking news it is easy to find someone who can and will help...
Doctor Gray gently guided Patience through the lecture theatre doors. With one hand resting on her upper arm and the other on the small of her back, they descended the wooden steps to the dais. Patience took in the scene. Her employer, Dr Cranshaw, was waiting at his lectern. To his side was a leather topped examination bench, compete with its restraints. Bu...
Note: Like I said, I'd be starting this once my other story finishes. I implore you to enjoy this story, whether for its story or sex (there won't be a large amount, be warned). Also, I was supposed to have an editor for this story... But she was a no show and I was too lazy to wait. * "Y-you're serious? Someone's breaking into our servers? That's impossib...
This is the edited version of my the first chapter of my silly little Monstergirl road trip. I know it's probably still riddled with errors, but here's hoping it's better than the first go around. I think I'm getting a handle on the common comma, but it is a wily beast that refuses to be, tamed. Maybe I'm just an uneducated cretin. Thanks for reading! - No...
Chapter One: Business as Usual Waverly Hills Sanatorium. Present Day. "I told you to be careful!" a guard exclaims. "This isn't your private presidential suite, for God's sake!" "Hey!" the second guard retorts. "It's the first time I spilled my coffee!" "Clean it up before the shrinks see us," the first guard continues. "Nobody's gonna come here!" repl...
Last night, she was thin and looked young. Small breasts with tall, hard nipples barely hid under a loose halter top. An irregular bob cut of straight, reddish hair topped a face of freckles and narrow, thin-rimmed glasses. She had tomboy hips and the hip-bones pressed out against her taught skin. We were under the bleachers at some sporting event, probably...