In disgust, Jeffrey Greenberg flung his copy of The Wall Street Journal to the rich oriental carpet in his opulent office on the 24th floor of the Nova Center building in Phoenix. "That goddamn woman and her husband aren't going to draw a peaceful breath for the rest of their lives if I can help it," he snarled aloud. Striding to the open door of his mahoga...
Monday 12 February "Ohh! Pretty pink envelope," Teri, leaned over Vernon, with her hands squeezing both his shoulders, "that's got to be a Valentine, right? Gotta secret admirer, then, have we, Vern?" "I guess it could be, er, Teri, isn't it?" Vernon stuttered as he turned the unopened object over in his hands as if it was a parcel bomb. "I had thought it...
This is my first entry in the Romance category, and is influenced by some of my favorite novels that deal with similar settings and themes. Please note that there are some elements of nudity and sex, however they are plot-serving, explored sensually, and are less-explicit. I hope you enjoy it! *** I arrived at the port of Abou El-Said on the coast of Egypt...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll* *Reader-editors yet again, and quite a few. The faults remain mine* (Later Friday) "Having a bad day?" Pamela stopped our lesson. "I apologize. I am having trouble focusing on the lesson today,"...
Lindsey was not a happy girl. She wasn't unhappy, exactly. If anything, her emotional state was non-existent. Her senior year in high school could have been ecstatic, vibrant, chaotic, frightful, painful, embarrassing, any number of adverbs or adjectives. Instead, it simply---was. She would have considered herself a drone if she thought of herself at all....
I consider there to have been three phases to my life after meeting 15226. I am writing this now, of course, in the third phase, but the bulk of this journal consists of the first and second. Without better terms to describe them, I label each phase by the part of my body that saw the most use in it. Phase one -- well, phase one was all about my dick. My fir...
Author's note: The previous chapter seems to have ruffled some feathers, understandably so. It serves a purpose both here and later on down the road. To those of you I "lost", I hope you read this chapter and stick with me. So much more is coming... Chapter 6 I woke up early the next morning, sliding out of bed as gently as possible so I didn't w...
Farah arrived at Padma's house hours early and they discussed the sort of henna tattoos that she wanted. "We don't have the time that you'd need to do a lot of what I feel like having done," she said a little sadly, "so could you maybe do a mix of complex and some more open things?" Padma grinned, "Ok, what exactly is going on here? You look at my little po...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...
First, I would like to thank Jezzaz for allowing me to use his characters. When I read his story, I couldn't help thinking the main male character was a perfect fit for a story I'd already started, so I emailed him and he told me to go for it. This story will make no sense at all unless you've read his story Mr. and Mrs. America, found in the non-erotic sec...