Clara-May never had many friends. Or any really. Her mother was a well-known visitor of the local pub, almost every night. Even after she met a man willing to marry her, a new guy in town. Roger. He was an average looking bloke, muscly from all the construction work. Her mother thought getting a bloke with a steady job would be enough to give her some respec...
**~~Author's Note: I've never written erotica before, so I welcome any and all constructive criticism, as I am certain I have room for improvement. Thanks, and Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!~~** ***** Clara dropped her bag on the side table as she stepped inside her apartment. Three whole days off for the holidays, she was thrilled. Managing the sho...
Wrote this story right before Christmas, Edited and proofread by my friend, TakeMeDown... ***** It was Christmas time again, and everyone was very joyful at the North Pole. Toys were being made on every table, hot chocolate was brewing and smiles abound. It was a beautiful holiday scene, with the exception of Dear old St. Nick being mysteriously absent....
I am Julie. I am 39 years old, very happily married, three children, good career, wonderful husband. I was never one of the popular girls in high school. I never developed beyond an A cup and the rest of my figure would never win the bathing suit contest. Still, I keep myself fit and at 5'3" am still only 121 pounds. If you do the math, you will know last y...
The flash of light and then the booming thunder ushered in the rainstorm to Los Angeles' beach cities as the sky turned dark. Jerry's leg hurt from the change in the weather and his hand went to the scar across his hairline, both gifts from the Sandbox. It felt like a spike had been driven into his ankle and he rubbed it, wishing it would go away. It had bee...
It's evening now. Six hours since we cremated Fred, and two hours since Eric brought me home from the reception. He's a good boy, everything we could have wanted in a son. It seems amazing to think he'll turn 40 next year, to me he'll always be my little boy. Fred loved him dearly too; he never said anything, ever, but over the years, I've sometimes wondered...
Jim Nelson sat on the sofa waiting for his wife of sixteen years to come down the stairs. She had just come home from "working late" again, for the third time this week. The bad thing was this was less than the usual for the last seven months. Late hours, multiple out of town trips and "Girls Nights Out" happened all too regularly. That combined with the...
Brandon Smart did not give his heart easily. He'd given it to San Francisco ('the city by the bay' that Tony Bennett sang about) he'd given it to the first love of his life, Paige, and later, also to the woman who became his wife, Alana. And that was about it. But what else was there in life? The most beautiful and exciting city in the world and the most be...
It'd been three months since my old guitar had been stolen from the back of car, and it took me weeks to get over my anger. While it was more than thirty years old, its rich tones seemed to better with age. I owned three guitars, but the one stolen had been my favourite by far. Sure, the insurance paid out on it after a bit of squabbling but I knew in my hea...
It was five shopping days until Christmas and Clara had decided to get herself a present. Danny had been gone for months and the Doctor almost as long; she knew nothing could fill the void in her heart that Danny had left, but there were other voids. Her vibrator had been good for them, but one overnight trip in the TARDIS and the Doctor had cannibalized it...