It was a Wednesday night just like any other for me. I was bartending on the Upper West Side and things were pretty dull. No one had come in yet, not even any of the regulars. I sat on the counter behind the bar and watched people walking up and down Columbus Avenue through the huge bay window. It was about 6 p.m.; I had six more hours to go until I could go...
My friend Lola and I were talking about first-time sex experiences when she decided it was time to plan something for me. She was already experienced, but for me it was all new, which was not considered "cool" for the average 18-year-old college girl. Talking about our other friend Charlotte and her "yummy" dad, as Lolita referred to him, she came up with an...
Sitting in the dimly lit room of my home office with only the bitter glow of the monitor lighting my way I gazed out the window at the falling rain...my thoughts sliding into him. Chuckling to myself. I don't know how it began...but every time the rain begins to plummet from the heavens I think of him. The way he comes to me -- just appearing -- pulling me t...
The engine roared between my thighs and I squeezed them tighter as we speeded up. Fulton Street along Golden Gate Park is deserted late at night, and the lights were with us all the way to the beach. We had nothing to stop us, no reason to slow down. I tightened my grip around Tommy’s waist and dipped with him as he swung the motorcycle sharply onto the high...
Heading out of the driveway, I only got as far as four blocks before I started to cry. I pulled over in a side street taking deep breaths to calm myself. It was only eleven-thirty, and I didn't want to cry too much. But the thought of Peter with that woman was driving me mad. I composed myself enough to drive deciding I had to find a way to survive the next...
She looked like cherry pie. That was my first thought. My second thought was, what the hell was a woman like that doing stumbling around a dark street on a Friday night? "Excuse me, miss..." I started, trying to stop her as she wobbled near the edge of the sidewalk. "Fuck off," she said, soliciting a picket fence for support. Her blonde hair had tumbled...
Notes: A couple notes before we begin our journey. I had no clue when I started this, but this story is actually very similar to to merkros' "A Fantasy Dynasty." The major difference is that this is focused on single character rather than a dynasty, but it is still rather similar. While you wait for new chapters to come out or something, just che...
I have always had a voyeuristic streak in me which was compounded in my teen years by working for a double glazing firm -- at first on the phones in the evenings after school, and later, after completing A levels, going out door canvassing, trying to set up appointments for sales reps... after a joy filled August working three hours an evening to earn a liv...
Sara pulled up to the curb and brought the car to a slow stop. She looked around hurriedly, peering into the murky darkness. There weren't many cars along this street now. This was a popular stretch of Sunset Beach in Florida and during the day families arrived early and stayed all day enjoying the warm sunshine. But for now, the street was empty. She opened...
Tribar Mews meanders just shy of two furlongs south of the High Street; about half-way down it doglegs to the right. A few doors in on the left lies The Mitred Abbess, the local for the neighbourhood working classes. Hard by the end, still on the left, sits The Slap and Tickle, magnet for fun-loving uni students from the surrounding boroughs. These two publi...