Unfortunately there is no gratification in submission (although there might be some themes suitable for a good imagination). If you happen to like this and haven't read the first chapter, I'd suggest you read the first. (Thank you to Lit for story tags, I always go blank when I submit.) Also I hope everyone had a great new year! -- "Why?!" Lexa squared he...
I don't know how readers feel about it, but for me there is nothing more erotic than a true story. And the writing process certainly has its benefits -- the reliving of a sexy, fruitful and fulfilling event creates all sorts of stimulation for me and a productive hour or two invariably sends me off in search of human (or battery-driven) contact. So I offer...
I heard the door slam as she left the flat, 'at least they'd stopped arguing' I thought to myself as I carried on washing up. My fiancée and her best friend/our flatmate had been arguing since I'd got home from work. I had moved in with them to start working for a few months before my fiancée and I got ourselves a flat of our own. No-one had been too keen on...
As with my other stories, reading this story while listening to the music playing behind the main scenes can enhance the reader's experience. The pieces are: Nigel Good feat Sarah Clark - Always Running (original mix); and Matvey Emerson feat Freya - Gimme Your Love (original tropical mix). * Who's in charge of the world that is you? Who is in charge of t...
Thanks to Alexis for helping to take the story to a new level. * I looked at the beautiful woman standing at the window looking slightly bewildered and out of place. She was dressed casually in T-shirt, skirt and simple shoes, each carrying some fancy brand name. I decided that she was definitely a tourist. Even more noticeable, however, was her physique...
"There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer." -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela's mouth before she realized what she was saying and hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. Nicolas wiped his mouth with a red-checked napkin and raised an eyebro...
Chapter One: Boy Meets Girl I noticed her on the bus ride to downtown in the morning. She was a very pretty young woman in her mid twenties with a nice shape but painfully shy. She had a faded purple streak in her brown hair but now she was sporting a new style, blond curls with highlights. She worked in an office and always wore sneakers even with her dres...
Jun 6, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Three Technicalities Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on March 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coinciden...
Adam Stephens was President of Stephens Christian Normal School. He had been a professor for five years, but became President only six months ago, following the death of his father. There were a total of 30 students enrolled to become teachers. More than two-thirds of the students were single women, and the balance were young unmarried men. The ages of the s...
I didn't have to wait long for you to arrive. You're always here by 9:30 on the dot, every Friday night. You always pick a spot at the end of the bar, somewhere inconspicuous, somewhere you can see the whole room and where you won't get disturbed by the drunks or kids that usually frequent this dive on a weekend. I've watched you for so long now, I feel li...