I met Chanda at a party. We danced. We talked. We fucked. Aside from a few meaningless texts over the next couple of months, that was that. A little over a year later I met Felice at the farmer's market. We shared a conversation with the old couple that sold honey. They thought we were a couple as we quizzed them on where the bees pollinated. We didn't argu...
Autumn didn't respond, instead averting her eyes and burying her head in her arms, shaking softly. When Tabor took her by the hand he saw that her eyes were wet. He resisted the urge to roll his, pulling her onto himself, then rolling over onto her, pinning her arms. He watched the fear come and go from her eyes, once she realized he wasn't going to continue...
This story was written as a memorial to Rachael, a talented young writer who was taken from us way before she had an opportunity to become old and jaded. Many of the characters and quotes in this story came from Rachael stories. An artist never really dies so long as their art is apricated ... All characters are over the age of 18. * The Journey I, Sapho...
One sunny morning in October, the phone rang as I was finishing my coffee and mentally organizing the day, "Hello, this is Kirk Hansen." "Kirk, this is Amelia Cartwright. Do you have time to come and see me sometime soon? I have things I need done around here and I am not as spry as I used to be." "Sure thing, Amelia, business is slow at the moment. I coul...
Thanks again to my friend Em Kay (Marina Kelly) for all her help, couldn't have done it without her... she helped with the story and kept me on the straight and narrow and of course did all the editing so thanks Marina.... * The Lips were the new hot thing among the students, we were being air play on student radio which grew to local commercial stations i...
Author's Note: I recommend starting with the first chapter in this series. The chapters form a narrative and aren't meant to stand alone. Enjoy! ******* Pale morning light streamed through half-closed blinds. Diana squinted at the wide windows, then buried her face in the soft down pillow under her cheek. The sheets smelled fresh and clean, but unfamiliar....
All participants are over 21. You must be 18 or older to read. This is non-erotic story with a slight BDSM scene and lesbian kissing flirting and fondling. ***** Michelle shivers as she walks through the cold damp sewers with alacrity. As she reaches the stairs on the back wall, she feels her hands go numb as they clasped around each steel rung. Michelle r...
This is just a little story I threw together. Only one person is real, and she is only a made up personality that may or may not have any relation with the actual real person. Please comment with specific comments about what you like and do not like. I am interested in constructive criticism. This is a single story, without a follow on. It is about the t...
Warm grass pressed against Diana's cheek. The sun had already set, but the ground still held heat from the ninety-degree May day. Not just any day — her last-ever day of high school, the day before graduation. She was done. Done with finals, done with APs, done with pep rallies and limited class options and high school bathrooms. It hadn't really sunk in y...
It was one of the biggest deals my firm had ever closed. We'd been working on this project for well over a year, putting in hundreds of hours trying to get the largest consulting contract we'd ever had, one that would keep the ten consultants in my firm busy for almost three years. Even with all the other clients to deal with and, of course, trying to run a...