First time -the awakening Note, first time submission, all characters are over 18, and the story is set in Australia where the legal drinking age is 18. Not sure how it will be received, but I do have future continuation stories in mind, so please let me know what you think. It happened one summer when I was 19; I was at my friend Geoff's place. There were...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Derek Doucet hated his father. Hated him with a white hot hatred. He hated his mother, hated her for leaving him with his father. Hated her for promising him that 'as soon as I get all famous, I'll send you a plane ticket to join me in Lo...
Sadie licked the last of Miss Maple's envelopes. "Are you done, dear." Miss Maple, a six foot two Jamaican woman and Sadie's typing teacher asked her. "Yes, Miss Maple. I really appreciate you giving me the work." Sadie said gratefully. Money was tight, and she didn't want to work part-time and screw up her business college scholarship. Miss Maple had neve...
Author's note: This is the conclusion to the series. I know is been over two years and I apologize for that. Life has really gotten in the way, but things are a bit back on track now. I want to thank everyone for their support throughout this journey, especially my editor, Rnebular. Once you've finished with it, please rate and comment. I love to hear from...
ONE July 2, 1982 The two 19 year old girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village. The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick gl...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something-five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with mu...
WARNING: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapter 1 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris laid a ten dollar bill on the counter, trying to keep his hand steady. The portly, bald man...
I'm sorry for the delay with this - life got in the way and I had trouble finishing it. This is the last chapter. Thanks to those who have commented or voted. * * * * * * 5 * * * * * * "We need to talk." Pretty much the last thing that anyone wants to hear from their lover. That's the way you start the breakup conversation, and the way I'd made a few wo...
"Stop it, Marie-Noëlle. That tickles!" Spirella cantered ahead of her slender companion, who giggled as she bent forward and pretended to initiate another attack with the long feathers that adorned the harness of smooth white leather daintily padlocked around her head. "Seriously! We have many miles yet to journey ere we take our rest." "Yeah, enough wit...
22. A Helping Hand "Seriously, I'll help you clean this room." The look on her face said she wasn't kidding. The look on my face was stunned disbelief. "Wait -- what? Why?" I stammered. "Why not? You look like you could use the help," -- she tapped my hands for effect as she said it. "What's the matter? You don't want any help?" She looked at me in...