Sam had always been rather small and feminine. As a guy puberty seemed to have missed him which left him in the rather uncomfortable position of being very girly. He was only about 5'8" with a womanly rounded face, smaller waist, and slightly larger hips. He had brunette hair, which for a guy was on the longer end. His lightly tanned white skin pieced with...
Our final presentation in one of our communication class required long presentations from one student and counter statements from another. Somehow, as the dice rolled, you would be presenting, and I would be refuting your arguments. This kind of verbal battle was what killed our relationship in the first place, but I particularly didn't see any potential har...
I hadn't been gone from the house but about 45 minutes when I got an email from my wife. All it said was "be sure and eat lunch today." An hour or so later, I received another. It said, "Before you come home, stop and buy me a green and a red sharpie." Okay, I thought, this is a little strange. I wonder what she is up to today. When I got home about 4:30...
Imagine dreaming about a co-worker. It doesn't seem like that odd of an idea. But because of this co-worker my life has taken on a completely different characteristic. I'm to the point where I don't even know who I am anymore. It started a year ago; I had just been hired to the IT Sales department. I was a young kid just out of college, looking for my way i...
"We're going where, exactly?" Magnum asked, arching an eyebrow as he looked across the cramped passenger drum of the Angel Grove and at my girlfriend. Ali sighed and then flipped her head to try and get some of her hair out of her face. But micro-gravity was a real bitch sometimes and kept her hair jangling and clattering about her face. She waved her hand m...
This story is intended for adult audiences only. All characters found within are above 18 years of age. This is the first story in a series centered on the heroine Kanesha Connors. Ms. Connors is based on a Lit Chat friend of mine and this story was written with her help and approval. Enjoy! ***** The brunette auctioneer slammed her gavel down on the large...
Frankly, I don't know why I do it. The risk is great - to my physical body, to my job, everything. What would my boss think? My parents? Hell, what would anyone think? I'm standing in the middle of the desert, about a mile off the dirt road, which I drove down for three miles from the highway, hoping my little car was going to be okay the whole time. Then,...
Chapter 1: Friends in low places. Black cars began showing up at the mansion just past eleven o'clock Saturday night. The first one to buzz and be let in deposited on the front steps a woman of distinguished class. She was Italian, tall and dark haired with the seductively feminine form that looked fit enough to grace the glossy pages of Vogue, or at the ve...
She leaned back from the kiss. She figured hey, he was cute, and he was more than a little pliant about the kiss. "Why?" He was a little shocked. "I dunno. You seem decent." She went to leave and he grasped her hand. "Please don't just walk away." She raised an eyebrow. "Come with me." She motioned, and led him away. He hurried after her, the end of...
The large old leather book sat open in her lap. It was heavy, the spine creased from age and use. The papers nearly brittle, some with questionable stains. On the floor a pentagram has been drawn with a sharpie, with a bowl and a candle at every point. In the bowls were some herbs, a piece of raw chicken, stones, wine, and a lock of hair. Callie sure hoped...