"I can't believe you left your purse at the theme park!" Wanda said, her bra-less breasts bouncing and red hair flying as she glared over at Jess. She turned back to the road as we came to a red light on the way to the mall. "Don't worry about it," Jess replied, "It didn't have my money in it." She tugged at the bottom of her strapless dress, which seemed t...
Note: This work of fiction is written in the second person. Though the written characters are female, the language will work whether you, the reader, are male or female. All written characters are 18 or older. Synopsis: Brimmton College has a reputation for beautiful yearbook pictures. What happens when a rebel like you doesn't want to smile for the camera?...
How often do you find that you are thinking of someone or a situation that involved someone and suddenly the phone rings and it is that person on the phone? On Thursday night I was spending some private time with myself remembering the fraternity party with Arnold. OK, OK, I had my special massager stroking my purring kitty when my tablet chimed letting me...
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another sketch: a self-contained story written on a lark. I had so much fun writing the first sketch that I had to write another. If you read "Beads & Pearls," you'll find this is simply a variation on the theme. The characters and situation are similar, though the setting and outcome are different. Call i...
Jon sat in his black Lexus SUV longer then he planned. He'd had such a long day, and he needed the extra time. He placed his hand on the door handle, opened the door slowly and breathed in the fresh air as he stood on the pavement. He takes in the peacefulness of the birds; he enjoys this park the most for his nightly runs. Jon closes the door, hears the b...
*This is my first story about my girlfriend and I...all feedback welcome!* It had been too long...the underlying theme in our relationship. My girlfriend and I had lived on separate continents for a large portion of the early days of our relationship. Finally after a lot of distance and hard work I was moving to live with her, sitting on a cramped but oth...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them e...
That weekend, I took Ali to Central Park to meet the photographer. His name was Alexi, and he ran a special-interest website that featured candid "girl on the street" shots of pretty women he found in New York. He had wanted to bump up his traffic and get some real photo galleries, to make his website less hobby-ish. He was a tall, unassuming guy about Ali'...
My sweet Erica. I wanted to see her again. I wouldn't get many chances. My wife and I were in Florida for only a week. We had been here three days already. We had arrived late on Friday afternoon. Time was passing and growing shorter. If a person could fall in love in such a short time, it must have happened to me. I had fallen in love. I had known Erica o...
It wasn't that long ago when the idea of spending a week meeting dancing animals, traveling through underground caves and being pushed into a giant funnel got me excited. Maybe it was the back to back trips; maybe it was just a sign of me getting older. Either way, Oakdale Grove just didn't have the same appeal. Don't get me wrong, I was having a good time...