It had to be somewhere around three in the morning. It was quiet, except for the occasional page over the intercom or the sound of someone pushing a cart down the hall. Heather's room was dark. The curtains were drawn and the only visible light came from the overhead fluorescents in the hallway. I had been discharged earlier in the day but was going nowhere...
A note from the author: This story was inspired by a song of the same title. Special kudos as always to michchick98, my editor; along with baddaddy42 for introducing that song to me. To my readers, thanks for reading me, I hope you enjoy! * An early morning rap upon the door awakened Padraig from a sound sleep. "Ah bloody hell, who could it be at this...
What are the odds of something like that happening? She tried to unlock the car and the minute she stuck the key into the door lock of the rundown company car, the key broke off in the lock. She called her boss and everybody in the office seems to laugh at her dilemma, but they did promise to send a locksmith. She was a social worker in the area is pretty ru...
Author's Note: This story is fictional. It was not written with Earth Day in mind, but it happened to be ready at about the right time. My thanks to a friendly critic for suggesting that I enter it into the contest. Saturday, August 12, 1995... It's the beginning of a two-week birthday present. My birthday was three months ago, but I haven't minded the wai...
Author's note: This is a sequel to "Pernilla does Padjelanta", to understand it fully you should read that first but it isn't necessary. This story is a product of my imagination written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours. It contains incest so if you don't like sort of thing that please don't read any further. ----- When I turned fifty I didn't think mu...
Author's note: This is a sequel of Building Reality. It was supposed to be a one of, but many readers asked me to continue this story. I decided to write two sequels. One with good ending and one with dark ending. This one is the darker one. Enjoy! ---------------------- Building Reality : Addiction Tracy's isolation felt like an eternity. After her secon...
"Excuse me, what are your specials this month?" the woman asked, her low cut top exposing a generous amount of cleavage that was magnified by her flawless tanned skin. As I glanced down at her chest, images of what I would do to this woman began to spring from my imagination. The woman bent over the counter, my large hands groping her luscious breasts, grind...
A warning to those readers who have not read my stories. I do not write graphic sex scenes. I suggest the scenario and leave it to the reader to use their imagination. ***** CHAPTER ONE The day had been tiring and my mind was pleasantly contemplating a cup of tea, a shower and an evening meal as I drove the last few miles to the hotel. My usual hotel coul...
Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to get Part two submitted. Life just got in the way and it was more work than I expected. I want to thank people for all the praise that I was given for Part one and I hope that this lives up to your expectations. Part Three should have a fair amount of humor and some erotic scenes. Thanks again for your positive feedba...
Sam Pritchard was driving his old Ford Mustang east on Interstate 20. He was on the east side of Dallas, TX heading further east and was cursing under his breath. The rush hour traffic was much worse than normal. For the last hour he barely moved at a stop and go pace. In fact it was more stop than go if the truth was told. He could tell it was going to be a...