*Love isn't lost. It is right where we abandoned it* (I do not claim to be a lawyer or even a decent student of the law) (Monday evening) Helen Davies only noticed the differences when she stepped into the hallway; the automatic lights didn't' come one. 'What the crap?' she wondered. She put her purse down and walked over to the switch. The lights came on...
Dear Readers, this story is related to other stories I've written as of late, but can also be enjoyed on it's own. I want to thank all of you for your comments and encouragement. I hope you enjoy this story and those yet to come! -puppop Friday night Dinner Court recessed right on time, but the Sergeant E. A Hatch, the bailiff, had brought in an old PTO sw...
Out Of Afrika is a delightful interracial fantasy created by international authors Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi. We continue with our tale. ******** Chapter 16 ******** Nadine Bally read her local evening paper with a martini in hand. It was another boring day in prospect with her husband away once again on an overseas business trip. Nadine and Geor...
My name is Philippa, I prefer to be known as Pippa and it is also my work name; I am a Sex Worker not a prostitute. How did I become a sex worker? My boss got me into it; this is my story. It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales; effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the writte...
1. The Implant "So, do any of these friends of yours have the implant?" Todd leered at his roommate from the other side of the table. Blair rolled her eyes and pushed away the plate in front of her. Todd shrugged, "I mean, I think I'll find out one way or the other." Blair crossed her arms and glared. "This is why I don't bring friends over any more." "Th...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 11 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. BACK TO NORMAL The love making Saturday night was nice, but it...
Chapter 1, Writer's Block Father Charles Dodson, the handsome young pastor of St Joseph's Catholic church, was sitting at the small writing desk in his upstairs bedroom, trying to work on his Sunday sermon, but he just sat quietly staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He picked up a sharpened number two pencil and at the top of the paper wrot...
Part IV Chapter 36 ____________________________________ He walked towards Cathy's kitchen, his eyes downcast, his mood bleak, yet when he opened the door all kinds of aromas rushed through the air...with all the scents of 'home' and 'breakfast' making a fast assault on his senses. In a way, they tried to push aside Callahan's sudden depression and, in a w...
Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "com...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THE BEACH BOY Max had been walking for hours... well technically he'd been walking for we...