Ring. Ring. I answered the phone. "Hello?" "Hi, Amir. This is Marie. Just want to make sure you're clear on your duties for today." "Hi, Mrs. Shea. Yeah, if I understand correctly, I have to pick up your order at the nursery and take them to your house?" I was excited for an easy day of work. The Sheas were this wealthy couple in their 40s or there abouts...
Cliff sat at the other end of the circular table outside the restaurant, and Tom toward Sydney's left. He ate almost methodically. The cucumbers and apples in his meal were picked out individually then sliced with some precision, as though he was portioning them. He ate each individual piece, never more than one at a time. He hadn't said much, other than a h...
I was wearing running shorts and I guess it was impossible to miss the bulge. I remember thinking about spending the evening with Jo and Pete; what can I say...I got worked up. He grinned, "You know...I've seen a few impressive dicks, but the outline in those shorts is fucking pornstar, dude." "You know, in high school, I would sneak glances at this guy, i...
Characters: Bruce Franklin: The stud, college grad, lives in West Columbia, WA Nellie Jacobs: Red-haired daughter (Twin), tall, slim, almost lanky, outdoorsie country girl Nancy Jacobs: Brown-haired daughter (Twin), tall, slim, almost lanky, domestic country girl Stanley (Stan) Jacobs: Grandfather to the twins, 'getting by rancher' Hook: A young tr...
To All Readers: Welcome to my dark Realm, The text you are about to read contains no sexual content... Yet. I would like to state that all characters are 18 years of age or older. There are however mentioning of cannibalism, rape, and other gory, sensitive matters. Don't forget to rate, fave, and comment! I look forward to your feedback. Author's Note:...
~Prologue The quaint little town of Bristle-thorn sat, nestled between fertile hills, a pristine river brimming with enough fish to feed the town a dozen times over, and a forest so full of life it may as well have been another world. And, in this town with its one-story farm houses, cobblestone streets, and gentle-mannered people, Adelaide stood, wiping t...
Cheryl was heading to her favourite bar. She had been paid handsomely for the assorted vehicles and craft that she had brought in from the desert and wanted to relax a little before heading back out. "Hi there," the barman called out as she walked in through the swing door, "welcome to Stone's." "Hi," Cheryl replied, "I'll take an ale and a strip of Grug."...
Gentle Reader: Thank you for reading "Sometimes Love is Not Enough", the first submission of this story. Your comments and votes were appreciated. I felt it was only fair that Janice be able to tell her side of the story. As you know, the first part of this story is in first person, his point of view. This part of the story is in first person, her point of v...
NOTE: All persons in this novel are Fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of sexual activity this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative, rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your Reading Pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me as...
[author's note: this is the third and final chapter to 'charlie'. You should read the first 2 chapters to get background and context. The second chapter in particular is the setup for this one. Enjoy and thanks for reading.] ***** Today was Sunday and the phone was ringing, just as it had every day this past week shortly after 8 Pm. "Mandy! How are you...