The evening betrayed the turn of seasons, the clicking of her heels on the pavement like the ticking of seconds as time ran out on summer. It had fallen from a swelteringly hot thirty degrees centigrade to a little over half that: cool enough for bare legs but still grounds for surprise when the breeze played over them, flapping the silk of the dress across...
Copyright Neonurotic, August 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # Ryan Grant and his friend Scott walked into The Peach, a tin...
Cold water leaked through her shoe. She felt the chill first, then the dampness. Curling her toes away from the irritant, she looked down. She had been sitting on the sand too long and not noticed the tide creeping grain by grain towards her canvas covered feet. She slapped her thighs in frustration and jumped up, soaking her one dry foot in the stumbling pr...
I had been sitting there in the spare room of my house for about an hour with the note that had been slipped under my office door still in my hand. As the time passed I became more and more convinced that I had been the victim of a cruel joke. NEXT TIME ISAAC TAKES A LONG LUNCH BETTER GO HOME ASAP - HE BE FUCKING YOU OVER! That was what the crude and almos...
The word "hardbody" was not in his vocabulary. He didn't go to the gym to become muscle-bound and ridiculous looking. Nor did he go to the gym to try to pick up the "gorgeous" women there. No, he went for two reasons: First, to make at least an attempt at ridding himself of the spare tire around his middle, and second, so he could walk up a flight of stairs...
This is an idea if, in fact, one of Altair's target's was a woman, what could happen. This is my first story, so please be kind in your comments. The man in the white robes set the archer down, blood running out of his neck. The man's hidden blade retracted into it's sheath, concealed underneath the left sleeve of the assassin's garment. Following the grate...
My job involves walking around with weapons under my clothes (hell, next to my pecker) that would get me thrown under the jail if the local police knew I had them, and using them when I must in order to do the rest of my job, mainly getting other people out of trouble. So I'm sort of a crook, and sort of a soldier, and when I deal with people who are no loss...
Sandra Bullock, Jennifer Aniston, and Robyn Moore square off against... * "Game Over!" Best played out on a big screen TV or a wide screen computer with the lights off, so that you aren't distracted and don't miss any of the summertime fun and realistic action of this make believe, erotic, play land paradise recreated just for you. It was a beautiful summ...
Sally was high and horny. She had been smoking pot all day, waiting around, watching TV with nothing to do. She was a sophomore in college and it was Christmas break. Last year she had gone to Florida, but this year she did not have the money. She certainly did not want to go home so the thought that she would hang around campus. She did not realize just h...
Laura expressed surprise when Amy woke early on Sunday morning to spend breakfast with her. Amy could hardly tell her that it was because she'd barely been able to sleep last night due to the anticipation of Katie's visit. Amy twirled honey onto her toast and glanced around to catch Laura bending over as she reached for a carton of yoghurt at the bottom of...