This is my hastily written entry for the Love The One(s) You're With contest. It's a bit shorter than most of my previous work, though hopefully just as well received. Win or lose, I sincerely hope all of you are doing well during this troublesome moment in history. Stay safe, and I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Did you try smacking the...
Monica's Freshman roommate was a black student from the inner city, from one of the most notorious inner cities of them all, Miami’s. Monica was actually quite glad when she learned this tough street chick would be her roommate. She grew up in a city herself, grew up poor in one of the old working class districts of Philadelphia, and always got along with th...
My roommate's a nudist. Sounds weird, doesn't it? Well, it is. I've learned to live with it, and I love her to death, but the fact is, it's a pretty unusual characteristic to find in a roommate. And if I'm honest, it's made my own way of looking at things a bit more unusual, too. – We met through mutual friends of mutual friends. I mention that only to sh...
Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point...
Emily finally seduces Ava, her roommate, by way of a sensual massage. Their liaison is interrupted by a telephone call. * * * Shit. The sound reverberated through the room, my heart thumping loudly with every ring. I locked eyes with Ava, silently willing her to give me a sign; was this call more important than the skin I felt under my fingertips? She s...
In the early 1990s, I was roommates with a nerdy friend named, Steven. He managed a local print shop in Seattle and his girlfriend, Ariadne (pronounced: Air-Eee-Add-Knee), worked at a small repertory theater, both in the Queen Anne neighborhood. One evening I got off work a few hours early and as I parked my car at our apartment building, I looked up and not...
Chapter 7 - November 1 Amy expected to quietly slip into the apartment and into her own room. She would have to sleep on her stomach. She would have to figure out how to get the temporary tattoos off before Suzanne saw them. She needed to figure out an explanation for her hair. Most of all, she needed to figure out an explanation for the dark red marks on h...
The origins of the magic marker are unknown, only that tales of it's exploits have been told for centuries, a magical artifact that can change both mind and flesh with a stroke. Earliest reports of the artifact state that it had been a quill once before slowly adapting to the writing instruments of the twenty-first century. It is said that the marker has alm...
I mixed a pitcher of margaritas, and we talked about the possibility of a threesome. However, there was the old problem - who would look after the children while their mothers were fucking me? We couldn't come up with a solution. We were deep into our second margarita (I think that Kim was actually on her third) when we heard a car pull into the driveway ne...
As she rolled out of bed and her feet hit the ice-cold floor, Danielle York allowed herself a brief smile. Things were going along very nicely; she was making a nice living, spending almost none of her own money and having a sex life that was straight out of a porn novel. "Baby?" A soft voice came from the luxurious bed that Danielle had not paid for. "Don'...