He found me on the packed dance floor. I don't know how, it was like he had a sixth sense for where I would be. I tried to ignore him as he sidled up to me, tried to make eye contact with some of the guys dancing in my vicinity, tried but failed. Then I heard his hypnotic, mocking voice in my ear, the thumping dance music suddenly fading to background noise...
This Part One of a four-part story. It seemed nearly beyond his comprehension. Five minutes earlier, he would never have guessed that. Truth be told, he wouldn't have guessed anything, because he hadn't thought about her for a very long time. But then his mind worked backwards, trying to remember. Knowing what she actually did, he tried to imagine where he...
A note from AfterDusk: As cliche as this sounds, this story came to me in a dream and stuck in my mind until I got it out onto paper. I hope you enjoy the journey. ***** CHAPTER 1: ENGAGEMENT Swift, silent steps carry Namora through the dark woods. She purposefully shuffles her feet against the dead leaves, forcing the rustle to keep the creature in fro...
Master Swordswoman -- Part9 (A fantasy, lesbian, erotic story by PhillippaT 01/07/11) I've been really busy for quite a while now, (have moved around a bit too), I'm afraid, so I haven't had much time, (or space), to actually get back to writing all this out. I also found this particular chapter really hard to write - I just hope the effort was worth it?...
Nelliel was probably wishing she'd signed up to be tutored in the sword-arts by just about any other teacher in the world right now! This Kenpachi man... Something wasn't right about him... Well, maybe it should be more like there wasn't anything right about him! Worst of all was his height... Their teacher towered over the class at 202cm, making her one of...
Chapter 1: Late-night Shopping (Prologue) Hamed doodled idly on a piece of paper as he slumped at the counter. The store belonged to his uncle but as the youngest nephew, Hamed always ended up with the shifts nobody else wanted - his friends would all be out living the high life but here he was, working on a Friday night at nearly midnight. Hamed's uncle's...
I can remember that day as if it were seared in my memory. We were out on a weekend getaway to Atlantic City with our best friends, Ray and Lisa. We had just finished a great Friday night diner after driving down from New York and were walking the boardwalk at sunset. The girls were walking ahead of us engaged in an animated discussion and Ray and I were tal...
Chapter THREE: The Only Thing I Want To Finish Read the previous chapters for sense being made. It's been AWHILE since I posted here, hopefully I can be more productive in the future. Most likely, not. These ideas were loosely influenced off of real life experiences, combined with missed opportunities and personal fantasies. The story is complete fiction; h...
My apologizes to George Bernard Shaw's "Pygmalion." ****************** Unless you've lived it, you have no idea what poverty is like. In that regard I believe that it has things in common with combat – at least that's what one of the few people from my youth that I respect told me. His name is Joe, he is a Vietnam combat vet having fought in the jungle fo...
CHAPTER 1 Flint Jackson yawned his way across the near-empty supermarket parking lot, thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps of his backpack, black Acubra at a rakish angle hiding most of his tight blond curls. He wondered didn't American women have anything better to do? The supermarket had opened at 7:00 and already at 7:25 there were forty vehicles par...