Je m'appelle Nicolas, j'ai 26 ans et je suis vendeur dans une boutique de souvenirs pour touristes. Après mon master de littérature, pas intéressé par l'enseignement et la recherche, il était difficile de trouver du boulot dans ma "branche", alors - après quelques quelques tentatives professionnelles infructueuses dans le milieu de l'édition de réc...
Je viens de sortir de L'universiter avec mon diplôme de reporter à 21 ans et je décide donc d'allez chercher du travail mais aucune entreprise veux de moi donc je décide de moi proposer pour une personne locataire un journal sur le web après tout ça reste un journal je dépose donc mon CV. JE m'appelle clément je recherche un travail dans le journalisme depui...
Der Morgen ist so trist, wie die Tage zuvor. Graue Regenwolken beherrschen wieder den Himmel. Melanie von allen Mel genannt, wacht mit dem Gedanken an Schulferien und Sonne auf. Mit Blick aus dem vorhanglosen Fenster verdüstert sich ihre gerade noch gute Stimmung sofort. Katja wälzt sich geräuschvoll im Bett an der gegenüberliegenden Zimmerwand. Das die beid...
Kapitel 1 "Du musst Steve Harris sein. Mein Name ist Lamar DuBois. Ich arbeite in der Computertechnik." "Freut mich, dich kennenzulernen. Lamar, ich weiß nicht, was passiert ist, dass das verdammte Ding abgestürzt ist und ich es nicht wieder zum laufen bringen kann." "Kein Problem, Mann, ist das da deine Frau?" "Ja." &...
My Secret Life PREFACE I began these memoirs when about twenty-five years old, having from youth kept a diary of some sort, which perhaps from habit made me think of recording my inner and secret life. When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the ot...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learn...
This happened just a few months ago, in late April. I reconstructed the dialog as best I could... I was babysitting for the Bentons, as I did every Saturday night. Except when I was babysitting for the Greens or the Hernandezes, though the Hernandezes were mostly Friday nights. Yeah, I did a lot of babysitting my freshman year of college. It played hell wi...
He leaned, carelessly, against the wall at the top of the stairs. From here he had a view of the whole room and everyone in it. "Boring." He thought, not for the first time that evening. The party, like every other party he'd been to that year, was boring and the people were, with only a couple of exceptions, all the same people who'd been to those parties...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part Two.) About 4,200 words. No gratuitous sex and all characters are fictional with no intended similarity to persons living or dead. All characters are adult or at least 18 years old in paragraphs elucidating sex. It is an attempt to consider the implications of whoring in momentous historic episodes of social, pol...
I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Denny Wheeler for proofreading and editing major parts of this story and to JCX for helping me with the French and general proofing. Remaining errors, and there are probably plenty of them, are mine. I also express gratitude to my good-humored fellow travelers, whose only mistake was to accompany me on the trip...