"Dad, it's time," Kelly said, looking across the table at her father. "Time for what?" Matt Crosby, Kelly's dad, asked. He put down his tea cup, waiting her reply. "It is time for you to let go. How long has it been? Three years?" Matt knew the answer. It had been 2 years, 11 months, and 17 days since the love of his life had died, killed by a drunk drive...
Jay stood in the hallway, wondering again, why he was here. All those years he'd thought she was insane, or at least a little mad, and now he felt in danger of believing her. He wasn't even sure what he needed to say to her. He visited her regularly; each week, but they'd kept those visits fairly simple. She always wanted to know how he was. But she wasn't...
He had been working diligently since their first meeting with Jenna Jameson. Today it was all culminating in a visit with lawyers to officially launch their company. It was a hot August afternoon when they drove downtown to meet with their lawyers and sign the final articles of incorporation. The law offices were on the 25th floor of the historic building....
I didn't call that midnight, but I did the next morning. I invited her to brunch and when I went to pick her up, she answered the door wearing only a sheer silky robe. Her body was clearly visible through the translucent fabric. Statuesque and confident, she stood there, displaying her wonderful womanly shape. I had always assumed her physique would be boyi...
"I love you," I whisper, my hand on your cheek. "You are my everything." "Mi Amour," you trail off. I know that you are searching for words, but I can't hear them. Whatever they are, I need you. So I kiss you. My mouth slants over yours just as perfectly as it has for weeks, neatly, every day in the elevator. Your hands on my waist feel like fire. Just sit...
It took me a long time to like myself. When I was younger, I was very overweight, bordering on obese. I had all sorts of related health problems, not to mention self esteem issues. It's a pretty widely accepted fact that overweight people tend to have good personalities because their looks can't speak for them. So I tried to console myself in the fact that...
Author's note -- This is a short/flash story for Valentine's Day. I'd like to thank Poizon69 for his help. Feedbacks are always welcome. *-*-* Alana and I had been friends for the past three years. We had met at a friend's party, and we clicked. From there we had built a great friendship. Whenever both of us weren't dating someone we would go out with each...
Dave's phone buzzed. It was another text from Cariel. She had been teasing him all night and he was loving it. Her messages were so subtle, and her pictures so tempting. One was just a picture of the edge of her breast. Another was just her pretty painted toes. Another of her smooth legs peaking out from her bathrobe. Another was her gorgeous face with...
It was another late, sweaty, night for Chum Chanchom at Blu, the restaurant at which he was currently employed. It was a serviceable job, the pay was nice, and the busy pace kept his mind on what was important, school. Chum had a very specific vision of the way he wanted his life to go. A good job, a quiet family, the ebony woman of his dreams, and at least...
The original story most likely came to life in early summer 2001 – as far as I remember – and was the result of a broken heart mixed with plenty of Tequila and an evening all on my own. About one year ago I decided to post the story without further corrections or editing besides a spell check, just to see what happens. Due to the reactions I now have decid...