When I was 13 I was totally un-kissable. I had big hair and big glasses and a lisp-causing retainer and I had neither boobs nor trendy clothes to compensate for my awkward misfortunes. My friends would talk about the guys they had kissed, or the guys they had held hands with at those skate-nights where all the cool kids would go and skate around in circles f...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. Both characters are at least eighteen. * When I was a senior in high school I had a girlfriend named Misty. It was one of those marching band relationships where a really cute color guard girl hooked up with a brass player for the season. Misty was a really swe...
The following is a true story, and has been a Christmas tradition between I and my husband for the past five years: --- There are holiday traditions in every family, and in mine there are two. We save the wishbone from the Thanksgiving Turkey, and break it on Christmas Eve- and we don't set up our Christmas tree until the very same night, after all of the...
She'd been hired as a legal secretary at Johnson, Smith & Donald, LLP, eight years ago. She'd worked in the intellectual property division for four years but had moved up to litigation a few years ago. From the moment she transferred into litigation, she knew she'd found her place. She loved her position and her boss. Actually, she loved her "bosses", all th...
The streets of Ottawa, Ontario, are really burning up. The summer heat is here and I can't keep my ass indoors. I've got to go outside and see what kind of stuff I can get into. My name is Daryl Lucien, and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent. I moved to the Capital region of Canada on November 17 of the year 2008 and have been living there...
First word that the world was ending sneaked past Collin's ears sometime between lunch and his daily checks of Petri dishes. He tried to remember his reaction when a cadre of generals, military brass and government spooks arrived in the laboratory to call the entire research complex into an emergency meeting. Collin realized something went wrong with the pr...
Victoria was a virgin who feared touch, much less sex. Vicki was a vamp who needed touch, and often sex. The two walked in the shadow of College Mall and the new Lazarus store on the west side of Bloomington. By 2023, this was all gone, the older Martha realized. It began with the fires of 2018 that swept through much of the area, and the F-5 tornado 10 m...
Johnny enjoyed the simple things in life. Pleasure and pain, his pleasure, someone else's pain. Born of money and neglected by his parents who were more worried about the latest jet set place to vacation, Johnny had little to guide his life toward a more fruitful way of living. The bottom line was Johnny cared little about anyone or anything. He became a wom...
It took Bobby a minute, but when his head cleared, he saw the same thing. Charley Barton. His eyes didn't blaze, his body didn't tremble, he sat there placidly, watching. Something in his eyes shot a shaft of reality through his addled brain. It all came back, Faith, the cops, the assault. "I'm in deep shit," he thought. "Serious jail time. I can't go to ja...
My thanks as always to ErikThread for his skillful and timely editing. Any errors are my responsibility. Chapter 14: Lloyd Bruton arrived at the office earlier than usual on Monday morning. There was quite a bit to do before he could call Brent Gordon. Brent had called him at home on Sunday evening and asked him for some help finding a psychiatrist or p...