The next morning Martha awakened at 8 AM, Hal was already outside continuing with the repairs around the house, He is feeling better, but still couldn't work full time at his regular occupation as the doctors won't release him. The Doctor telling him on his last visit, "You may not be able to return to your construction occupation ever, as it is too strenu...
The number one (two and three) rule of being a writer is...don't respond to criticism. But every now and then someone or something comes along that makes that virtually impossible. For me, it is never the scathing, barely camouflaged vitriol of other authors or wanna-be's. It is the thoughtful and well worded (and spell checked) ones that get my mental gears...
I dig my toes, deep into the cool, wet sand. The sunburn that started to form on the tops of my feet are calmed by the coolness of the sand that is surrounding them. It is the last full day of my vacation, the vacation I had been waiting for for months. This was my break from the realities of everyday life, a nice vacation to the beach where I could enjoy th...
Her life had been more like the plot of a romance novel than reality. She and John were both Greeks and both had lived on campus, the two of them were involved with so much school activity she couldn't remember what event she actually met him at. In reality she barely knew his name but when they were crowned king and queen of home coming, it just seemed natu...
My name is Pete Smith and most people would describe me as a fairly normal guy. I am aged 35 and presently single. I am of medium build and not too fat, not really handsome but also not ugly. Most people would look at me and think I was an average type of happy go lucky guy. I work long hours doing night shifts on my own as a security guard in a large buildi...
I've been fantasizing about my supervisor Sarah a lot lately. Before I go into the details I feel that I should first tell you what attracts me to her so much. She's at that perfect age, not old but not young either. She's twenty-six years old, she has shoulder length dusty blonde hair, and her skin is velvet soft. When she speaks it's very hard for me to co...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (9 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The cool night air greeting My face as I slip out of the car. A wicked, languid smile sliding across My face as I think of what is to come. Looking up at the darkened house, I slowly walk along the dew covered grass. The moon riding low in the night sk...
I often find myself drifting in and out of my head, sometimes for minutes at a time, totally unaware of what's going on around me; my body functioning automatically without whilst my mind is away. I wonder if everybody else does the same. Usually when I drift away it's because of nothing in particular... I'll find myself trying to remember the name of an act...
MacCady had never held much interest for me. Cousin to the Laird MacKenzie, Gregor, and an excellent spy, the lad had not much else to recommend him. He appeared to be no more than 10 and 5, lanky, and lacking his full height. He was, truthfully, rather gaunt. His appearance was by no means enhanced by his tight English breeches, too large woolen peasant shi...
I'm standing at the bar, waiting to get served, the place is heaving and I decide this will be my last drink. I'm tired, drunk and my feet hurt from the shiny black stilettos I chose to wear. I knew they would kill me, but I love wearing them, the sound they make on the stone floor as I walk and how they change the shape of my legs and ass, making them tight...