AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this story stands on it's own it compliments events presented in Be Careful Of What You Wish For. If you have the opportunity, read BCOWYWF first. He always loved late autumn afternoons when the sun shown through the trees at a low angle and painted the grounds in warm yellow light. The manicured lawns, framed by the tree overhangs were...
She climbs from the cab and as it drives off, stands swaying with fatigue. She is a pretty girl with long full brown hair, an exception of stillness in the crazy yellow of the street lights, in the shifting shadows and glares from headlights, in the din of engines, tires and horns. Three bicyclists barrel down the sidewalk shouting at her for standing so stu...
When I was young my Grandfather used to read the paper to me. One of his favorite columnists was a woman named Erma Bombeck. I got the idea for this story from the title of one of her books. As usual thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this story. If you like it please let her know that her work is appreciated by someone besides me. * * * * * * Refusing to...
Categories: Rescue, Consensual, Group, Love. 15. Presentation Night. I had put on the coveralls and a cap and driven the van to the side road to the left of the entrance of the college as they would see it walking out. The presentation was already under way and Maddy had already called me to say that Gomez wasn't there and she'd introduced my parents to L...
Categories: Consensual, Implied Non-consensual, Group, Implied Violence, Love. 32. The next evening Maddy was a bit angry with me, "You could have warned me about Conchita's kicking, I was holding the punch bag and her punches were quite good but when I asked her to kick she knocked me on my ass, and that bitch Carmen laughed, but Conchita was all apol...
Part One Miranda Holmes locked the door of her small grey Ford car, straightened her grey skirt and checked her grey jacket in the reflection in the glass of the car door before she turned and walked up the short cracked and broken concrete pathway to the fading peeling blue painted door of Number Three, Alderman Lucas Drive, a boring ordinary Council house...
From my seat at the computer, I could move my head a little to the left and see the middle of the back yard. That's where the lounge chair was laid out flat, and that's where Samantha was laid out flat on top of it. But there was nothing flat about Sam. I took a quick peek, and noted the little bumps in the skimpy bra, where her dainty nipples were standing...
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...
As i write this update: i do not have time to separate the lines. It is to the end of the novel. So if you want to power through it, go right ahead. I just didn't want to leave the ones that wanted it hanging. I am also giving permission to you guys, my readers, if you want to, to finish Anna's story or start on the other 3 which are being introduced in this...
Still innocent. The next morning it was business as usual, Michelle had some work to do as a notary, Helena had a meeting with the board of directors of one of her larger corporations and Marion was busy at her old home, which was on the market to be sold. As for Rob... Rob just walked with his dogs in the woods not far from the estate. He mused about the...