Charles was not looking forward to yet another European trip on his own. He was a seasoned enough traveler that he sometimes groused that he might as well be doing business in Cleveland or St. Louis for all the enjoyment he got when he was traveling this way. The languages might be different, but businessmen and business meetings have a tendency to blur toge...
I hope you enjoy this story. It’s an idea which has been knocking round my head for a while. If you like this one, then why not read The Morning After. The section of story with Ally and Q is taken directly from my Lit story: The Training Ch. 03. Remember to vote and to send feedback. I’ll write more if you’re nice to me :D. Great thanks go to Loren, who as...
You wake up, dazed and confused. You look around you. There is evidence of a plane crash and bodies littered all over the beach. The Sun's rays blind your eyes and you shield them from the light. "Where am I?" You wonder. Suddenly, it all comes back to you, in a barrage of sad, depressing and chaotic flashbacks. You boarded PacificAir flight 246 at...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** I was sitting outside Marco's uncle's café in Naples late on a balmy summer evening. Marc...
Greg and I have been dating for nearly 10 years. He is the most wonderful guy I could have ever wished for. Just last month during dining, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I've been waiting for him to ask for years, and of course, I said yes. I couldn't have wished for anything more. You see, Greg and I met in middle school and we starte...
I saw the email. A year and a half ago I would have taken this email as just a sign of good times, no great times to come. But a lot had changed since then. The email was from Kim, a friend who was a stewardess that I hadn't heard from in maybe three years. Kim plain and simple was a fuck buddy, she'd pop-in at a moments notice, tell me she had a few hours...
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Enjoy the story, and all that Copyright stuff?? The story is mine, if you reproduce it somewhere, please let me know... -- Fun, sun, tits and ass. What else could a man want? A lover who was a voyeur and loved spending shit loads of money on him? Yeah, that be nice. "Si aye...oooh uh huh!" she moaned, her long sun brown legs wrapped around my back. The...