The prevailing sentiment among women in today's world seems to be that men are clods only interested in where they are going to get their next piece of ass, their next beer or the next 'mommy' to clean up after them. For the woman who truly wants to understand the man in their life or possibly for the female writer who would like to get out the stereotype...
I recently moved to a new flat in an up and coming part of East London. It's three floors up and has large sliding floor to ceiling windows in the living room with views into central London, but mostly of the flats across the road. A few weeks after moving in I was out on the balcony smoking something I shouldn't be when I noticed someone across the street...
Faith is sitting in her living room, on the soft, warm rug, her back leaning on the sofa, a glass of white, semi sweet wine in her hand. Slow, gentle music is playing in the background. Her eyes are drawn to the bright flames licking the firewood, and she's lost in her thoughts, seemingly forever. Sipping some wine she almost misses the refreshingly sour aft...
A little while ago, after a recent relationship collapsed, I felt lost and, of course, went searching for myself. I wanted to explore my sexuality and take control of it. Define my interests, try new things. So, I joined a site, a rather sexual site and I began my exploration. At first, I just chatted with people, a little too scared to do anything, to take...
The renovations are almost complete. It's been a long six months but my patio and hot tub look great. I sure wish the contractor would show up, I need a quick dip then have to get back to work. Want to go over a couple details he missed. That's probably him driving into the yard now. I step to the window to take a look. Must be a new guy, I haven't seen him...
My name is Sue, I have never written a story like this before but here goes. I recently bought a new digital camera for my husband Jim. He immediately began taking nature, family, etc. pictures but soon began concentrating on pictures of me. He spent about a week taking shots of me around the house, the yard and where ever we visited. It wasn't long before h...
Fair warning: this story is designed to be more of a game: it is intended to be read in game mode only: failure to do so can lead to things like infinite loops and chapters which connect to other chapters that just plain don't make sense because they are designed for conditions you have not met. This is your one and only warning! The Labyrinth of Ambuscade:...
Spring Training was over and it was time to adjust the roster. It's a job I hate, telling some fresh-faced kid he doesn't have what it takes to make the team. You know they gave all they could but it just wasn't enough – and they're faced with another season in the Bush League. Love, like baseball, can be cruel sometimes; if you can't figure that out you don...
The device was one of amazing glory. It had appeared to Harris the moment he sat down on his desk, though the device did not show its fantastic glory to him at first he supposed afterwards that it was going for a special in the ordinary kinda thing, like the death note, in well death note. as Harris noticed the device a plucky young intern named sam was walk...
Max walked into work at a South Florida Department Store feeling sluggish in the summer heat. Right by the door, he saw Allison. He had known many Allisons, and the name had always intrigued him. He had never been able to seduce any of them. He was a clown, and he was only good at making people laugh, mostly unintentionally. He had worked with this Allison f...