Hey everybody! Back with another chapter here. Thanks to everyone who's been reading these stories, rating and leaving comments. I really appreciate it, and it makes me feel good that people are enjoying what I'm writing. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Warning: this contains elements of non-consent/reluctance in some scenes. *** "What do you mean 'I'm no...
It is as a matter of fact a true story. The story which turned me into a man from a boy. I was working with a hotel. To be a virgin, shy and reserved boy at an age of 20+ is really surprising. And so were my friends. To them I was suffering from some disorder. But not exactly, it was a complex. I was afraid of the circumstances that one has to face in the...
As the car rolled to a stop and became silent, Amdré's mind raced. He had been thinking about it all day. It had made work nearly impossible to do, and he couldn't get away from his desk. The cold keys cloashed with his pounding blood that raced through his palms. He nearly dropped them as he stepped out of his car. After slamming the door behind him, André...
(Please note that this is the continuation of the Shiloh series, only it is in the viewpoint of Jameson rather then Shiloh.) * I followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. Light was filtering into the room through the blinds. He place was really nice, quant but homey. I didn't get a good look around when I broke into the house last night. Truthfull...
Betty Boots had just finishing re-applying her lipstick after Mr. Largeski's training session when she heard a crash from the back of the Fantasy Factory warehouse. "Golly!" Betty leapt to her feet, spilling her fashion magazines over the floor. There was another thunk and then Betty was sure she heard voices. She gulped and tugged her little white t-shirt...
Chris Jenkins was at the counter of his Lawrence, Kansas convenience store around 12:30AM. He was pulling a double shift to make up for the time he took off during his mother's recent illness. It was a day to remember, spent in all consuming ecstacy with Anjie Pearson, who he'd just met three days before. The figures on the page before him struggled to hold...
Written By: livingsingl Co-Authored By: redridinghood999 "US AIR FLIGHT 893 TO HAWAII, BOARDING AT GATE NUMBER 47" The bank robber and his hostage left the secluded shack in the woods under cover of darkness, driving in to the airport. We parked the car in the lot, leaving it never to be picked up again. Once inside the airport, the presence of occasional...
{Nothing erotic here at all, which is why it is posted as "Non-erotic." Sure, one naked female, but if you bother to read this you will see that was not erotic, either. It is strange how things just happen. I spent two decades with my former wife Dotty, good ones where nothing happened at all. We worked together, ate together, made love on Saturdays togethe...
The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or according to his invetera...
Cat hated to fly. Rather unusual for a former space flight engineer. Flight simulators were okay, but she just didn't trust the commercial airline industry. Probably a result of listening to disgruntled aeronautical engineers and mechanics complaining about how much they hated their employers. Oh and lets not forget the pilots who sit in airport lounges drin...