I hope you like my story. I am not a writer or English major. So please excuse my bad grammar, poor sentence structure and just plain old third grade spelling. I thank you now for all your comments. Either bad or good. But truly I really could care less if you like it or not. But have good day and be sure to comment please. It will help me on my next story...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All fictional characters participating in fictional sex are over 18 years of age. FF, voyeur She bent over to counter to reach for the knob to turn off the water and my eye couldn't help traveling the length of her back to her butt, highlighted as it was in her b...
Junie woke up to the sound of her alarm, after a full night's sleep without any crying babies. She stretched, then got out of bed to get ready for school. It was Callie's bed, but Callie had insisted that Junie take the bedroom since she'd be living at the apartment, while Callie only stayed there once a week. It had been Junie's second night there, after he...
Elliott Greer had arrived early Sunday morning, which due to the time difference between Sydney and Atlanta placed his arrival only four hours later than his departure time - on the same day of the week. Jet-lag may catch up with him eventually, but being able to sleep on the flight greatly reduce the effects and also allowed him to get to work as soon as Sa...
INTRODUCTION — All people in this story are over the age of 18 and all sex is described as it happened unless I've forgotten something. I can remember most of the sex but there were a few times I was too drunk to be sure. Oh yeah, there is a lot of dialectic slang thrown in here in so please don't ask me if I was born in China or if I am a native speaker. Ok...
Zarin sat on the edge of a building overlooking the city. It wasn't much of a city. Deep in the forgotten counties of West Texas, surrounded by desert-like plains on all sides, and prone to tumble weeds, he felt like it was something out of an old west movie. A dead end town, where people went when they didn't have anywhere else to go. Or at least it felt th...
Wearing a thin but comfortable, blue satin robe, Daphne Morgan sat on the couch, her legs folded beneath her and a glass of wine in hand. The television was on but held little interest for the forty-two year old account executive, her mind too focused on what awaited her Monday morning, now only thirty-six hours away. As much as she tried to distract hersel...
Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true... The sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window when Lianne...
Chapter 5: Jack phoned his mother from the ferry and let her know that he would be at her home by one that afternoon. She had sounded a bit better and said that she had talked to Marilyn last night and she was coming out on the first flight she could get. Her friend and neighbor, Joanne Horton, was there to help her with the arrangements and keep her compan...
Jack Cassidy slipped the depot agent a fin. "I'm sure you can get me in a sleeper on the rattler to New York." The agent quietly took the money and checked the massive ledger in front of him. Adjusting his spectacles, he tapped an entry in the book. "Well, Mr. Cassidy, we have one berth available on the train, but Mr. Gutman asked for privacy on this trip."...