© 2015 by Thrillerauthor Twenty years! It's hard to believe that much time has gone by since I limped out of Grover Cleveland High, at the bottom of my class, prospects zero. My sole achievement was the dubious designation as Class Clown, in recognition of outrageous pranks which got me suspended twice and almost expelled. The last, which nearly ruined the...
Author's Note: Feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is always helpful to authors. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear * "Wrong again, Mr. Barry!" jeered Tiffany Criswell, interrupting the teacher's chemistry lecture, "they're INVERSELY proportional, not DIRECTLY proportional!" David Barry began to once again seethe...
"G'night Trent." Trent looked up from behind the computer screen and at the parade of tired but energized yoga students from the last session of the evening as they made their way toward the exit. His clientele base was still small enough that he knew most by name, a fact that he intended to preserve as long as he could manage. He bade several good night, n...
As she lay there, naked, stomach down, her hands and feet tied to the corners of the table, her thoughts kept returning to her lifelong inability to orgasm being due to some sneaky pre-birth pills and a bit of surgery when she popped out. Her father's having her career set up for her to jump straight into like a warm tower out the dryer, and her mother's dis...
VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 5: "24/Seven", Part I *********************** Author's Note: This is the big one. I've been kicking this one around in my head for nearly 10 years – since I wrote part 2 and the first scene with Seven of Nine using Kes as a toilet. I would write an idea for a scene here or there as they came to me. It's more like a bunch of short stor...
Chapter 6: like mother like daughter, big-titted mother visits, office discipline In September, at the beginning of Janice's junior semester, she informed me that her mother, Janine, was intent on visiting during Thanksgiving. I was dismayed, since a parent's visit meant lots of preparation and inconveniences. Janice assured me that her mother would not be...
I was sitting out in the sunroom, relaxing on a heated lounge chair with a mimosa, wearing only my favorite thick terry robe - its light pink fuzziness enveloping my nakedness. I'd opened a few windows, and the cool midday breeze drafted over my face and cleavage, contrasting sharply to the comfortable warmth I otherwise enjoyed. The only other sounds at the...
(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) My thank...
To the reader This is a work of fiction suggested by an actual event. The stop light was yellow and I was slowing down to stop when I saw a car coming from the opposite direction speed up to try to beat the red light. He didn't and the traffic light camera flashed twice, nailing him for running the red light. I smiled as I thought about those cameras. They...
This is the somewhat true story of Carol Mason's late teens and young adulthood. It is a prequel to the story "Fall Semester," which deals with Carol's sexual re-awakening later as an adult married woman. * Carol Mason thought of herself as a fairly average high school senior in the Fall of 1965. She was an athlete and swam competitively for her school, sp...