Case #2. Brain tumor and the fast Ferrari. Susan seeks her revenge by taking matters in her own hands. While imagining the worst case scenario, Susan's headache was back again. Only now, unable to afford to see her primary care physician, she was unemployed, had no money, and was without health insurance. Feeling as if the pain was going to split her head w...
For anyone whose read my other story 'Cassy' this is her brother's story. I hope you all enjoy his encounter. -------------------------- The Universe, Earth, Europe, New England... A large gothic home lays waiting in the middle of nowhere... waiting...waiting...for something exciting to happen... --------------------- "Annabelle! I'm going now. Remember....
This is a work of fiction. College Class Reunion I was heading down to my 25-year college re-union next weekend, so I went online to see who else was going. There are only 17 people signed up from my class. As I reviewed the list however, one name popped out at me. I hadn't seen Sharon since we'd graduated. She'd been cute back in the day. I wondered how t...
Author's note: This story contains crime, suspense, gunfighting, and killing, as well as love, joy, and happiness. It's really about the interplay of all of those activities and the emotions that naturally accompany them. Human relations play a big part in it, and the importance of close friendships built on respect and trust. It contains almost no sex; the...
"I don't know what I'm doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to 'give...' me an interview. Shit. I'm so nervous I'm shaking; I'll bet I'm white as a sheet, I can't even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom's words screaming from her bed room, "He's either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the b...
There have been many encounters and activities over the years many with very fond memories that involved nothing more than the slightest kiss or briefest touch, others that were a lot more involved but for the life of me I can't remember a name or anything other than the sketchiest details, some through alcohol, others through selective memory. I was pretty...
"I could get used to this," Jane said. They lay side by side in bed. It was a warm spring afternoon and they had removed all their clothes. "I already have," Paula replied, her hand on Jane's belly. They had started lazily in the direction of having sex. It did not matter to either woman whether they did or not as long as they were together. "I don't mean...
I was finally going to graduate with a degree in economics and a minor in business. I struggled through college and I do mean struggle. I came from a poor background having been born into poverty and grew up that way. I was a bit above average in grades in school and knew the only way out of my way of life was through education. I vowed to get that education...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
She had hips that rolled like the ocean. A constant, unstoppable churning that was trying to drag him under. All he could do was hold on. She smiled down at him with one black eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face. She rolled her hips harder. Something inside her squeezed. "Holy fuck!" he said through clenched teeth. "It is kinda like that, isn't it," She...