By Adrian Hunter and Chelsea Shepard PROLOGUE International Fashion Council Memorandum Extract from the minutes of the monthly board meeting Point 35-c: Cover for Annual Report The Executive Director motioned to discuss the cover for the association's annual report. The ensuing discussion resulted in general agreement that the theme should focus on the I...
Marcos and Kaarthen got to Grippe on the edge of the chaotic lands after the main gates had closed. "So, I thought you were important?" Kaarthen said noticing he wasn't even trying to present himself to the gate. "This close to the lands of chaos they don't speak to two people in black who stroll up after dark. Nevertheless, that doesn't matter. Let me as...
"Hold on, buddy. Let me help." He stood up and walked behind the German Shepherd and straddled him. Once he was in position, he reached down and carefully grabbed him between his abdomen and hind legs then gently raised him up. Once the dog was on all fours, he wagged his tail then arched his back before taking a first painful step. The dog wasn't just stre...
Neil found himself struggling to sleep. He was tossing and turning, unable to find a position where he felt comfortable. It mostly had to do with him being in the middle of the king-sized mattress. It felt odd not to have the edge to his right even though he was rarely near it when he slept. It was like being a land-locked country with no coastline to speak...
(all characters are over 18 when involved in sex.) * We moved away from the house I was born in when I was five. In a way I was to blame for it, I guess. The quality of grade schools in that area was not as high as in the area we moved to. I can't take full credit for it though, as you could say Dad's promotion had an equal amount to do with the move. He...
(Author's note: It seems funny to say that I'm "dating" an older man. When you're in your forties and your lover passes sixty, you would think there was some more adult word for it besides "dating". Dating is for teenagers and twenty-something's that think they know everything, but actually know almost nothing. Whatever you call Donald's and my relationship,...
EDITOR: MIRIAM BELLE CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: MIRIAM BELLE & SIMPLY_CYN * "EMERALD EYES, CRIMSON MOON" *** It wasn't until he came back from taking the longest piss of his life that David Carson noticed his son was nowhere in sight. He listened for a minute, straining to here the slightest twig break or rustling of a bush. The forest was quiet and strang...
Once again, I took Randi's invitational theme "Sharing is Caring" a little too literally. This story is in two parts -- the first much, much darker than the second. However, without the first part, the second doesn't make much sense, so please, bear with it. Very grateful for her editing assistance. Part 1 -- Something happened on the way to Heaven. There...
Cheyenne Sat quietly in the window as the snow glistened the ground remembering the day this all started........ The year is 1972 Cheyenne and Hank Thompson pulled their car up in front of what appeared to be a normal looking house set in a quiet neighborhood, they were not prepared for what was waiting for them on the other side of the door. An elderly lad...
"Come here, girl," one of the sitting guards said, leaning back, smiling. I set my jar down and crossed the slaves' dormitory, kneeling in front of the powerful legs that his uniform handsomely contoured. I didn't look up at him, but I knew his eyes were laughing at my shaking. I didn't have to look at the other seated guard, either, to know he was watching...