The traffic moved slowly just before noon in the center of the small town. I gazed at the old buildings reflecting the age of this city. The people refused to let go of its origin. Not being in a hurry, I took the opportunity to see all of the sites, including the women who shuffled along the sidewalks both going to lunch and returning to work. I suddenly ca...
I had just taken one of my sabbaticals landing back home I found my enthusiasm rebuilding for the upcoming encounters. Gathering information bringing all things to the point I could make contact. The mailing was accomplished that's why I was back home. Perhaps picking the client was the beginning but it was a wonderful moment in this process. Finding them w...
I watched with intense trepidation as Francis started to unbutton her light blue work shirt. Every second promised new delights with the revelation of more and more uncovered skin. Already her white bra was coming into view and revealing the fullness of her large breasts. As the buttons continued to pop, one by one, free of their locking hole, her shirt open...
She stands in front of the apartment. Naked thighs cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the long coat she wears. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. He heart is racing as she raises her hand to knock on the door. Her nipples harden immediately. She knocks, once, then twice before she takes a small step back. He hears the knock and...
If you're looking for character build-up or a slow-moving story, this one's not for you. * Cosa Nostra or more affectionately known as Our Friends are your typical Italian Mafias. According to some Italians, they're more noble than the nobles and more loyal than family. Others think they're a nuisance who've control over the community, society and perhaps...
Empty house, quiet. No noise of life, no frenzied greetings from kids or dogs, just silence. The dark and the lack of vibration tells me the house is empty, or nearly so, yet I am not apprehensive. The silence is more peace than fear, more restful than fearful. There is nothing to fear here, of that I am sure. This is my home, though my family may not be her...
Copyright May 2011 John Carter This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. "So, how did your date go, tonight?" Eric asked as he finished ringing up the last of Jake's items. "How do you think?" Jake replied, dismay clearly written across his face. "That bad, huh?" "Yeah, this girl w...
~I want to thank sexstringwizard for his ever present encouragement in my writing and my life. He was the igniter for this story. I also want to thank brettj for his wonderful assistance in editing this story and the others before, your help and friendship is truly appreciated.~ * Lexa grabbed the bed sheets with her clenched fists as she lay on her stomac...
Tina just got the call she's been dreading, her grandmother passed away and she has to go back to the small town where she grew up in order to make her grandmother's funeral arrangements. She's been dreading this day like no other. She made a promise to herself once she left twenty years ago she would never go back, but here she is on her way to grandma's...
Carol stood at the entrance of the park, her feet wouldn't move another inch. Her desolate eyes stared at the peaceful foliage of the park. The fragrant wildflowers, the dark green leaves of the tall trees and the blades of grass. Such a beautiful sight, disguising its true nature. Every day, for the last few years, Carol ventured to this same location, the...