This passage follows on from Chapter 1 of Miss Cherry's Adventures. It can be read as a stand-alone story but reading the first chapter should give it a little more context. ***** Cherry lay in bed, feeling the smoothness of the white silk sheets slide against her naked skin. As her brain surfaced from one of her best night sleep in ages her mind filled wi...
Thank you to Bebop03 and NoraFares for the invitation to the "50 Ways" event. Thank you to sbrooks103X and Bebop03 for the beta reading and editing. And, weirdly, though she will almost certainly never see it, a special thanks to Miley Cyrus as well... When the invitation came out, I wasn't really feeling it until I stumbled across Cyrus' "Happy Hippie" vers...
As always, I hope you enjoy this. A vote and/or a comment from you is a good reward for us writers. The dialogue at the end surprised me, but came out like that; your thoughts are welcome. ******* He came out of the surf. The afternoon sun was gleaming on the water around him, highlighting the tiny, swirling bubbles as they rose and burst, making the se...
I work in a call center for a company. I won't say which one, but it's in Canada so we have both English and French customers to assist. It's a smaller company and when I started we only had one office building. After a few years our business had increased to the point where we were getting a lot more French customers, which meant we needed more bilingual se...
In a large stone church in the front pew on a beautiful Autumn day sat Mrs. Paula Bee. Mrs. Bee was a middle aged mother of three, wife to the churches rector and the symbol of purity in her quiet little hamlet. Dyerstown a small town in New Hampshire about a two hour drive from the city of Manchester, is a tight knit community where everyone knows everybody...
As Vicky settled into the sumptuous leather passenger seat she sighed, it was at least a two-hour drive home and was guaranteed to be as boring as hell. The vast majority of the journey was unlit main roads with nothing to look at except the small area of concrete lit by the car headlights. Nothing to do except count how many cats' eyes you passed if you fou...
Author's Note: This is the second story I have written involving these main characters. The first, "Caren With a C" is a prelude to this one written from Tommy's point of view, but you don't need to read it first. Be advised that this story is rather long. I tried to put enough action in along the way to hold the reader's attention but it takes a while to ge...
If you are looking for sexual content, look elsewhere. This story is based on a values oriented life. I think I am in love. Well, as much as a high school Senior, after seeing the prettiest girl in the school. It was the first time I'd seen her and she was walking towards me; then passes me by without even noticing. This girl must be a new transfer. Oh wel...
Every so often, the authors and assorted perverts who hangout in the Author's Hangout overcome the urge to pontificate and/or procrastinate long enough to participate in a writing exercise. We are writers, after all, and must behave in a writerly fashion from time to time lest we incur the wrath of CharleyH. This pot luck stew featuring transportation-relat...
"Have a great vacation Carol," my secretary said as I walked out of my office. "For the next two weeks I'm just going to vegetate and do nothing but relax," I answered. "You say that now, but knowing you you'll be looking for something to do after a few days," she said with a laugh. "I'm going to a friend's lakeside cabin upstate and I plan on taking a lo...