It all began at work with every customer that came into the bank, telling me just how much snow we were going to get, but being a federally run company we couldn't close until they told us we could, even though the snow was coming down at two or three inches an hour. The steady stream of customers that had been making their way in and out of the bank was sta...
As always, for L2W As the miles flew past the next day, I amused myself by alternately fiddling with the radio dial and your crotch. For whatever reason we were both in silent moods. It wasn't until I found some Meatloaf on the radio and cranked it up that you spoke. "Turn that shit off." "No." "Turn it off or else!" The 'or else' caught my attention. I...
Siberia Jonathan Stone and Melissa Dupree step off the plane carrying only a bag of clothes each. Grines decided the best way for them to enter the country was the proper way: using a passport. The only trouble with doing so is they have no weapons or supplies, but that isn't going to stop either of them. Stone was a CIA agent working many missions in Russi...
Zeynep's arm strained against the wind as he pulled the collar of his coat tighter to shut out the rain. His coal-black skin glistened in the glare of headlights, and his knuckles gripped the handle of his suitcase, tattered with age, on the lonely and frenzied overpass. The contents therein clunked and clattered with each determined step, his thumb outstret...
Stories? Writing them is what we are here for. To practice the trade and art of putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Drawing from out of our back brains ideas that other will find worth the time it takes to read. But where do they come from? What's a good source? Well life of course. Don't try to draw them from a vacuum. Pull them instead from the...
Sorry this has taken so long. it is not a stroke story. it is an exposition of what happened to Kirk and his family after the invaders took over, and how they eventually drive them out. knowing the last chapter left some with a bad taste, i hope this makes up for it. jb7 Fever 07 Kirk surveyed the field before him. Once it had been a wheat field; now, it w...
A week after the night she'd gone home with Damien, Maria stood in front of The Sin Bin and stared up at the three foot tall letters announcing the bar's name. The awning lights overhead lit the letters but one bulb must have been burnt out because there was a dark shadow over 'Sin'. She'd been standing there for ten minutes, wondering why she'd stopped and...
Author's note: So, I've pissed off quite a few of you with that last chapter, didn't I? TBH, while I knew writing an 'angry sex' scene was risky, I had hoped to do a better job making it clear it fell solidly within the 'jerk, but NOT a rapist' category. Reading some of your comments, it seems I didn't quite succeed. I hope this chapter helps put some...
This story is a repost that I have been told has to go in the illustrated category. I wanted it in Erotic coupling but the 2nd and 3rd chapters have illustrations important to the story I believe. Hope you all enjoy this story written by a tradesman rather than a scholar. To say I'm a little rough around the collar would be kind. This is all a work of ficti...
Part 3: I Just Want Answers (or Neighbor Watching Neighbors) Monica Avery is a voyeur. She is a respectable, looks 65 but is really 52, skinny, gray hair sprinkled with some remaining black, horn-rimmed-glasses wearing, pension drawing, married voyeur! Monica's penchant for voyeurism goes back to a day in high school when she came home early from school bec...