(This is my first attempt at writing a story from the perspective of a woman. Plase let me know how effective it is) My name's Anjali. I'm 23 years old, have dark hair and olive, asian skin tone. I grew up in North London and my parents are quite religious Hindus who came here in the 70s. I'm not so religious and I like a good time. At school I had a reput...
(I apologize if this takes a while to get going. I'm trying to make this a continuing story, and I've got a lot of ground to cover. Enjoy!) * Six weeks later, I found myself leaving St. Louis, and headed back toward where Rochelle lived. For almost five hours while I drove across southern Missouri, all I could do was think about Rochelle -- actually, all I...
Yesterday was a high pressure day to say the least. It was the first day of being a business owner. I had gone in as a partner with my best friend Don Martin. He had somehow convinced me to help him start up a business called Party on Wheels. It was pretty much just us and a big fancy party bus that we used to shuttle well to do's around. I was scared shitle...
Background: My wife is travelling away from home for a view days to visit some relatives. Date Line: Tuesday Night 11:30 PM I come home late from work deciding whether or not to put my plan into action. I sit down in my favourite chair and ponder the situation as my gorgeous wife tells me of her day. She starts retelling her stories as she makes me a cup...
It's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning. As much as I'd love to keep you in bed with me, we've a day planned at the lake. I'm going to row you out to a small island crowned by a huge willow tree, and beneath its spreading branches we will feast, drink wine, talk, canoodle and glory in the miracle that has brought us together. But that doesn't mean you'll...
This story started out as a bedtime story told by walkingeagle to me. The original idea comes from walkingeagle, and as per his suggestion I added a little here and there to round it out and submit it. We both hope that you will enjoy The Mermaid and the Fisherman -- A love story. * The fisherman sat in his boat in the middle of the lake. It was a Saturda...
The sound of the shower woke me. Jane had to open the Medical Centre before nine each Sunday so she was usually the earlier riser. I dragged myself out of bed and used our ensuite. I dressed for the bottle shop; upmarket sandals, nice shorts and the Bottle Shop uniform T Shirt. I had to be there by noon. Downstairs Jane was sitting in front of a plate of...
Morning two of our Wales vacation began much like the first. Song birds singing in the garden, sheep bleating in the fields, sex on both of our minds. Only today we were about to be come breakfast. Mandy, the owner of this 600 year old cottage, was an early riser. She sent her children off to school and returned to greet us in her own special way. I heard...
From my earliest days, I have known that the horror would come for me. My mother whispered tales of it into the shell of my ear while I was in my very cradle, and as I grew my terror-filled imagination grew with me, my budding mind producing a being so real that it seemed it might slither from her stories and strangle me with its slime-slick, moss-covered te...
The Pink Sleen is located in Victoria. As you near the waterfront the buildings seem to get seedier and seedier. As you enter the wharf itself you find that things seem to get even worse. It comes as a surprise to you when you see this huge three story building rising up out of the wharf. It makes you stop and look as is seems to be cut from a lightwood and...