The Post Office Part 1. (Dylan's story) A local English Post Office is generally a pretty dull affair. An institution older than most of the customers and staff that frequent it. Where younger generations have gone digital for just about everything, the older generation still like to use the Post Office for these things, to see a friendly face, get out th...
They gathered inside the boardroom inside one of those overly designed skyscrapers. The room had an impressive view overlooking the city, taller than any other building or more acutely not overlooked. Inside where a select range of very wealthy individuals, collectively they had a larger wealth than most countries. They could have anything they wanted and...
The music stopped in Pauls car. The slight pause in his music caused him to realize he was speeding slightly, and he slowed down. The digital display no longer showed the name of the last song on, and instead showed a familiar phone number. Nowadays with cell phones, he didn't remember anyones phone number except for a few. But this one he knew was Pierces....
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. Was originally submitted to Loving...
Chapter 2 Class Sarah's first class was Beginners dancing. She thought she would take it for an easy A. The class turned out to be very demanding. She got to the locker room a half hour after she left her house; she still had about fifteen minutes before here class started. Her water bottle was empty, as she had been drinking on her walk. It was a hot day...
Business at Third Street Gallery and Studio began to pick up in earnest when it started hosting wine nights where customers came in the evening and received painting instruction while enjoying a classic French or Italian wine. The gallery even hosted a few events for men that they called Paint with a Pint, in which the local microbrewery brought in kegs of t...
The hot sun blasted down on my bare shoulders as I jogged along the empty country road. Arcs of sweat sprayed off my body with each laborious stride of my short legs. Inside my pink sports bra, my globular breasts struggled and rebounded energetically with each strike of my white running shoes. On either side of the road, rows of tall corn stalks stretched t...
Sebastian noticed his loneliness for the first time on a Tuesday morning at 9:17 in the doughnut shop across the street from his apartment building. Until then, he never particularly cared about other people. Not to say he was a misanthrope or that he actively avoided contact with anyone. Instead, he simply found the most enjoyable path of life to be one whe...
It looked like a stereotypical 1950's housewife's dress, petticoat and everything except for the bra. Pearl hated bras, and she'd be damned if she was going to wear a 1950s bra. They were fine for the time period, especially considering the technology they had, but Pearl couldn't be paid to wear one. That's how much she hated them. A thin camisole was a suit...
Calvin was the bad boy that parents were always afraid their daughters would bring home to meet the parents. He was a six foot tall, 180 pound boy with black slicked back hair. He bought a motorcycle when he was 16, got his first tattoo and fucked no less than a dozen girls in his class. When he was 17, he got his first two tattoos, dropped out of school and...