(esta historia ya no va a continuar.la uso como una forma de probar las posibilidades y mejorar un poco la escritura) Está es mi primera historia si tienes alguna sugerencia déjame la en los comentarios soy todo oídos les dejo la historia a continuación. Estaba saliendo de la escuela junto a mi novia(Zury) platicando sobre las vacaciones cuando ella me contó...
Ana había estado buscando trabajo durante una larga temporada al llegar a Nueva York pero a parte de unos pocos trabajos en cafeterías esporádicos no había conseguido nada decente. El dinero que había ahorrado para trasladarse a Nueva York desde España se estaba acabando y estaba muy preocupada por este motivo. La mañana de un miércoles fue una entrevista pa...
This is a continuation of the story Never Again! from last June. It doesn't have to be read first, but it would probably be helpful. ***** It was early November, and the weather was cold and raw. The first few flurries of the season had been flying, though nothing was sticking on the ground yet. And Jean was feeling about as frigid as the weather. Her se...
"Geoffrey, I'm so sorry about Felicia, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you," Francine Charbonneau said softly, and she gently laid her hand on her friend Geoffrey Darrell's arm. Geoffrey shrugged and looked at her, smiled faintly and then looked out the window. They were on the crowded number eight OC Transpo bus leaving downtown Ottawa, Ontario...
To the reader: After I'd finished this story, I didn't know where to put it. It contains elements of several Lit categories, and I probably could have put it in any one of them. In the end, I decided to put it in Fetish, although it's very much a Loving Wives tale, as you'll soon see. NOTE: Every word of this is true. (Except for "Every word of this is true...
It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city. I decided I wanted to get out and go exploring. I've always liked older, fuller figured, lonely women, and I knew exactly where I could find one. I had been to a small independent book store recently that was owned by a older, voluptuous woman. The store was tucked away off the beaten trail, and it was very s...
One of the perks of being a loss prevention officer at Walmart is that I know where all the cameras in the store are located. I'm security for the entire store, only I don't wear a uniform like the guards we occasionally post at the front door as a visible deterrent. Nope, I am that six-foot-tall, raven-haired, brown-eyed, downright pretty and well-dressed,...
Meet Ankita Rooj, a young Indian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She came to study business management at the University of Ottawa, and along the way, took a job as a cashier at Walmart to pay the bills. While there, Ankita met a young South Asian gentleman named Gagandeep, a handsome Sikh who stole her heart. Although Ankita and Gagandeep came...
"Bitch, I don't care who in hell you think you are, get the fuck out of my face if you know what's good for you," Rudolph Etienne said to the chubby, middle-aged white woman who stood in front of him at Walmart. Gasping in surprise, she actually took a step back. Everyone standing nearby seemed to freeze, and they stared at the big and tall young Black man w...
"You're not at all what I expected," Steele said to Alexandra, and the tall, plump, blonde-haired young Caucasian woman smiled, causing her sky-blue eyes to sparkle. Not for the first time, Steele noticed that Alexandra had a nice smile, and it seemed genuine. Walmart was one hell of a place, full of backstabbing and treachery underneath the veneer of friend...