She is beautiful. She doesn't know it, wouldn't believe me if I told her. After a day on the lake, fishing, talking, swimming, her nose is lightly freckled, and a touch pink. Bright blue eyes twinkle as she laughs at me. The baseball cap she threw on when I woke her up this morning, hides her red hair, curly from the shower, where it never finished drying. S...
He turned around and there she was, standing in the doorway. He never locked the doors when he was home. There wasn't much to steal and he didn't have any enemies. In fact he never really expected anyone to wander in, so her appearance was something of a surprise. He'd seen her around. It was hard not to notice her, she had striking short red hair, bright g...
Angel shadowed her movements, silent in the stillness of the night. He watched her fluidity of motion, admired the innate grace of her stride. She was fierce, powerful. Like a mythical Amazon come to life. Two vampires approached her from behind. He tensed, ready to run in to help and reveal his presence. But he was too slow. She slammed her stake through on...
Soccer mom, sex toys, and viagra, humiliation at the gynecologist's Her birthday is October 1. Nikita feels like a woman half her age. Any mention of her birthday puts her in an a state of torment because she doesn't like that kind of attention. At this point in her life, she would love to get a clit piercing, but it is a pipe dream for her. Always the prag...
My mind was a million miles away from the Jazz basement. I could hear the jazz, in the distance, and knew the girls from the office would be dancing away, my mates trying to get in on the action. But I didn't want that anymore, chasing girls all night long, resulting in turning up at the flat with nothing but half eaten kebabs. I wanted something new. There...
Author's note: This is a multi-part series. I highly recommend reading 'Working at the Sperm Bank Ch. 01' first, to understand the backstory. Reading all previous chapters is recommended, but not necessary. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. Any names, places, and events in this story are entirely made up by the author. Similarities with real occur...
>ELECTRIC CHAIRS ACROSS AMERICA: OUR BLOG >July 17th >Well, we made it to Nebraska. It's probably about as exciting as you could expect in mid-July. >Expecting a big crowd tonight, though. >Death row seems to play well for audiences of gun owners... "Oh yeah, baby, that's it, keep going, you big gorgeous hunk of man meat, give me more..." >Now if Jason...
This is my first story. This is merely a fantasy, nothing more. Names have been changed. * My wife and I were married young. She was my first love, and the first woman I had been with. I was so taken with her during my high school years I did not bother with other girls -- they didn't seem to match her class. So when we got together, she was my first. Now...
"Well, I suppose I should buy the two of you a drink, after all that," I laughed. "By the way, my name's Laszlo." "I'm Kim," the tall girl replied, "Oh, and my wobbly little friend is Sammi." Sammi put two fingers into the top of her T-shirt and stretched it up over her exposed breasts, but then adjusted it carefully to show just a fraction of dark areola....
"You got to be kidding me." Ellie shook her head disapprovingly, an index finger and thumb coming up to her face to rub the temples lightly. She had thought spending this Saturday night out with her best friend would have resulted in the usual college activities: Shopping for the latest fashions, clubbing and making the boys jealous, or hell even just a nigh...