One day I came across my old diaries when I was spring cleaning. I flipped through them and was fascinated by the details I wrote on the events I gone through in my life. As I was reading the entries flashes crossed my mind recreating back those sweet memories. I only wished I could roll back the time, to be in that period of times I was happiest with my onl...
This is the first story in a new series called Hot Sand. It's an anthology series, each story being completely different from the last, with all new characters. They'll be posted alphabetically, this first one titled Abaco Islands. Each will be a warm weather story, with beaches and other warm weather things. If you're wondering, yes, I started writing them...
Millicent Jamison scanned the job search website on her laptop. This had been a regular habit since she had been made redundant from the Peerless Upholstery Company. She had loved her job as general office manager, taking phone enquires, booking appointments and a hundred other tasks that made her days interesting and varied. Now that her husband, Stephen, w...
I closed my grade book and looked up and out of my office window. The wind had shifted around, now coming from the west-southwest. The radio had said earlier that it would bring slightly warmer temperatures - if two degrees above freezing is slightly warmer - but that it would also bring at least several inches of snow. I could just see the first few flakes,...
Comments I received on Katy the Virgin made me take a new look at my characters and where I was going with them. This story is a re-write of Katy the Virgin, and this is the base for future stories. I appreciate all the comments and votes! Thanks! Yes, my name really is Paradise and yes, my mom was a hippie. A soldier hippie, of all things. She died when...
Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do. I had to leave all of my friends behind and start in a new school which would be difficult for anyone but when you are pretty much just an average guy ( not an athlete or anything like that ) you pretty much just blend into the surroundings. I did have one advantag...
Welcome to the first part of a four part story. This is my first attempt at erotic writing so I'd appreciate any comments or feedback, both positive and negative, you may have about my work. Please contact me if you would like to copy, reproduce or translate any part of this story. If you are looking for a story that goes straight into the sex then this stor...
The very warm nighttime temperature and high humidity we stepped into convinced me we were somewhere in the tropics. Maybe not far from the equator. We were involuntary tourists courtesy of a band of women! We five men stood side by side in the near dark, neck-connected, wearing dresses, as two women with tasers watched over us. Not a word had been spoken,...
Good morning, folks. How's life treating you? My name is Bruce Portman and I'm a young black man from the town of Milton, Massachusetts. Many people who know me say that I am doing too much, too soon. Why? Because I'm a young man who believes in sticking up for his rights wherever he goes. I don't pay them any mind. If I were a young woman who spoke her mind...
A breeze wafted in from the ocean, ruffling the pages of The Demon-Haunted World. I slipped a bookmark in and set it onto the warm, eburnean sands around me. Waves lazily marched towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate once they reached their goal, their rhythmic susurrus a natural lullaby. The scent of the tropical sea surrounded me with a brisk, bri...