It was nearing the end of my senior year of highschool when, in an economics class, the teacher told us to write up contracts, and if we can get someone to sign it, that person is obligated to follow that contract, and the school will even enforce it. This was relatively bold of them, but considering that, for the most part, we were finishing school in less...
Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I'm going with an idea present to me by a friend and want to see what you think. Please read and review and I look forward to your input! Thanks for reading! Oh, and of course, everyone depicted here is eighteen or older! ~*~*~*~ At this moment, I was still attempting to fathom exactly what sting...
"Tim, would you like a passenger with you to South Australia?" My sister, Natalie, asked me the question. "Why? Do you want to come with me?" I asked her but I would be surprised if she had said 'yes', because she doesn't like car swap-meets. "No, but Bree can be, if you like." It was more like a twenty questions quiz to find out why Nat asked. "Bree? You...
Driven to the city in search of employment, entertainment and luxurious life style might have been achieved if I had some sound and solid education. But life in school wasn't taken seriously. School to me was a meeting point for friends. Once we gather in school, all parental advices fell on deaf ears. To rebel against teachers were stupid heroism as I found...
Villain's Prologue Okay, I'm thinking to myself, ... maybe this part was a mistake. But, I had to make sure she was gonna be there today. There's no use in exposing a perfectly beautiful plan, if the target is going to be taking one of her sick days. She's there, all right. All fresh, and crisp, and classy, like always. I watch her rise from her desk, a...
"Direct strokes she never gave us power to make; all our blows glance, all our hits are accidents. Our relations to others are oblique and casual." -Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Experience” Selected Writings *** I hate my car. My car hates me. So, thanks to my inability to have my oil checked on time and my blatant disregard for all things automotive, I have to...
I've written the stories of a lot of friendships, mainly for amusement and because they enjoy my writings. They've never been closed stories. Always looking forward to new adventures. I don't know why I've never wrote her full story before. I think maybe it's because they way my mind works, when someone says, or I read something, my mind makes a picture of i...
"Not interested, sorry," Yuki Takamori said haughtily to the short, stocky and balding, thirty-something white guy who sat next to her on the bus. For the past half hour, since she boarded the 95 bus heading to Barrhaven Center, he'd been trying to get her attention. Once Yuki made the mistake of actually responding to him, the guy engaged her in increasingl...
The blare of the alarm clock woke her from her sleep, yet failed to elicit any movement from under the mass of sheets and blankets. That was accomplished a few minutes later by the soft yet persistent urgings of her bladder that slowly caused the figure to rise from the tangled bedding and stretch. Danny Parker yawned as her back popped with the strain of su...
This is my first ever story, please be kind. This is a work of fiction and all names are ficitious. My name is Helen and this story takes place in the spring of 1978 when I was 29. I had been married to my wonderful husband for three years and we had lived together the year prior to our marriage. My husband was my first male lover and although he had a c...