Chapter One Hundred Forty: Walking Nightmare It was two more days before my brother finally returned. While we waited, Sigrun resumed caring for Faren, and Alim shut himself in the library. Alistair went out to meet with Conrad, who'd seen no sign of darkspawn on his patrols; he was worried, however, that Rolan and his patrol hadn't made it to their last m...
Leigh, I found this when I was reading through last year's journals - a fantasy I started writing the first night you 'phoned me. I'm hoping if I send it now it'll reach you before I do. (My flight leaves Edinburgh, Friday evening at 6.45.) Baby, we really need to get this whole internet thing sorted out, although I think I'd miss your perfumed letters. I l...
Veronica Madison Gaylor, a.k.a. Maddie to her friends, was almost the epitome of the classic American 'girl-next-door'. A strawberry redhead with a perky nose, a nice figure, and a great smile, Maddie was the kind of girl found at the park playing Ultimate Frisbee in shorts, t-shirt, and a pony-tail, or walking a dog through the neighborhood in the morning....
This idea hit me last night and I just had to write about it. I hope y'all like it cuz I did just thinking about it. :) If you like it, and want to read more on the subject, let me know. Best wishes to everyone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His gloved hand reached over to the skipping record player and put the needle back in its place. He made one final lick of the...
I wonder how you say in Spanish, "You have gorgeous tits"? Maybe I should ask her? Every time she bends down to take something out of her briefcase, I get a glimpse of her nipples. Something tells me she knows that she is driving me wild with lust. Showing up for a job interview without a bra, wearing a red silk blouse with three buttons undone is certainly...
Not long ago I told you about an afternoon I spent in a bar with a woman named Rachel who claimed to be a witch. Just for a quick reminder, or in case you missed the first story, Rachel cast a spell on a barmaid and the bartender that caused them to fuck their brains out while we sat and watched. OK, Rachel and I weren't just watching because we were also fu...
When you are out of work you will take any job and put up most things just to keep it. I do not like snobs, people who think they are a cut above everyone else and look down their noses at people they believe are of a lesser order than themselves. These people are usually shits, first class shits and the Chief Executive of the bank was typical of this kind o...
I've always been a restaurant guy. Its what I'm good at. I'm a hell of a chef and I honestly don't give a damn if I sound cocky when I say it. I love everything about the restaurant business. I love working nights, I love the fact that working in a kitchen is much less formal than an office setting, and I love that its not considered unprofessional to sleep...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter from Southern California. * With her sexy body her fishing bait, the mall was her fishing hole for her to find young men to bring home for sex. Ruth loved wearing her high heels with her short skirts that showed off her long, shapely legs. As if she was a mature, runway...
The rest of the summer, of 1963, was a blur. We played two great gigs in Jacksonville with a group that called themselves, Mid Life Crisis. Our exposure to larger venues was expanding and we were steadily entertaining offers for concert openings for big name performers who played in this part of the state. Marie and Dennis were getting name recognition and I...