Since we parted in New York, I had thought about nothing other than her. I knew I had to go back and see her but my intentions were not that of a hungry teenager. I Was angry at myself for letting my feelings get in the way of things. After all, was she not a superstar? And who was I to want anything from someone of her status? I made arrangements to fly b...
This is my very first submission and I welcome positive/constructive critiques. I am trying to improve my writing and hope you enjoy the story. * "Are you sure you want to do this?" The car idled in the parking space of Avalon Apartments. The lights of the parking lot combined with the faint light from the dashboard served to illuminate the two young women...
It was a slow night at Kelsey's Bar and Grill when the woman walked in right at dusk. Kelsey's was a combination roadhouse/steakhouse several miles outside of town on the main highway. It had once been a strip club that had an illicit casino in the back, but those days were long past. Kelsey was an ex-Marine who had seen the potential in the site and boug...
When I first saw her, it was like nothing else I'd ever felt, I'd been turned on before but this was something else, something more. I think it was two things about her, one of which was the two gorgeous things under her tight grey top, just bursting out of an obviously too small bra and grabbing my attention like nothing else. But surprisingly the first thi...
Chapter 5: Jack, Jen & I Move Marisa For those keeping track: In our last episode I had hooked Jenny up with Jack, the trainer from the gym, in exchange for which my wife was promising all kinds of delicious rewards. I had also agreed to help Marisa, that little firecracker, move in with Jenny, and had recruited Jack's help. I was harboring all kinds of na...
Warning: This contains descriptions of explicit violence. This is a unplanned sequel to an earlier story, Gothic Sacrifice, that I was told did not end satisfyingly. To find the earlier story, click on my name. =========================== The sound of her own voice had been echoing in her head for weeks, "My name is Number Three." She knew that, in tim...
I awaken to a mostly empty bed, it's only occupant is myself of course I did not roll off in my sleep. I sit up and look around, my companion is gone, his name eluding me at the moment, not in the kitchen I walk into the bathroom to find it is likewise empty. Looking at my reflection I find my hair is a mess I pick up the brush glad that little myth is wrong...
The summer I turned 19 and finished my first year of undergrad at USC, I needed a summer job. It was mid-May and my friends and I hung out at my house which was fun but when you're that age, you need your freedom from your parents. My BFF Maggie told me that she saw on Facebook that a local doctor was looking for a live-in housekeeper for the summer. Dr. Tho...
AUTHOR'S COMMENTS: (1) This is fiction. Don't take it too seriously. (2) These characters are pretty fucked up...but who wants a story about normality? (3) This is chapter 7. Best to read what goes before. But for those who need their immediate jollies, the following is a summary: Unemployed Jack responds to a web ad to be a model for a fem-dom porn site....
My name's Patricia, and I'm fifty. That's the way they start those meetings isn't it? Alcoholics Anonymous and all those other 'I don't want to be that, but I am' kind of groups? You get the gist—I don't want to be fifty, but I am. It's like some kind of disease, this aging thing. A nasty, ugly disease that you can't do anything about. Oh, I could have my...