June 8, Dear Diary, Again, I apologies for not writing more of my encounter. He accepted my offer to sleep her. He didn't even need to thinks it over, actual. I was glad about..." "Alright, you ready for me?" Bridget closed her Journal. "What are you writing?" "Nothing," she said, coyly. "Don't tell me nothing." I pleaded, reaching for the book. The...
This is part two of the story written by a friend. Please read part one if you have not read it to understand this story better. I have just edited this story. * The next few days went uneventful. Raj and Shweta crossed path many times but he did not acknowledge her presence. Raj did not even make an eye contact with her. Shweta found it very weird but th...
Chapter 12 – November The next day Mike was awake as soon as it was light outside. He was careful not to wake up Ruthie as he got out of his bed, cleaned up, and settled at his computer to work on his term paper. He felt better than he had felt in a year, convinced that he now was in a solid relationship with the girl in his bed. Whatever her faults, she lo...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Brie Larson or Elizabeth Olsen or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Brie Larson was currently at a wrap party for Avengers Endgame. Her time on the project hadn't been that long compared to the main cast, but it had still been quite the overwhelming e...
This story is a re-post of one of my first stories. It has been re-edited for punctuation, grammar and other errors. I hope you find it a better "read." When Vinnie didn't show up for work on Thursday morning, Tom phoned his apartment. The phone rang several times before a barely audible voice answered. "Vinnie! Are you all right? Are you sick?" Tom aske...
In my story, "A Blow Job from A Nice Girl Can Cost You," I wrote about Antonio. Just over 40, divorced, spends weekends in East Hampton, default position is New York City, where he is an options trader. Works hard to remain a jock and it pays off. Blond and good looking usually tanned. To date a guy like that you would imagine I have to put out. Wrong. I do...
Any Resemblance to Actual Persons, Living or Dead, is Purely Coincidental The small town of T counts just 2900 inhabitants. Actual it’s not more than a village, with a limited number of shops, one restaurant and two pubs. As always in such a small, close-knit community, everyone knows each other and this provides an excellent breeding ground for the gossip c...
Author's note: Originally I intended to submit a story entitled "Homage" a tribute to an author whose stories I've enjoyed immensely. Because, I never got permission to use his name as my protagonist, I'm submitting this instead. It is a simple lighthearted flash story. No sex. No real drama. Beaucoup cheating, however. Finally, I believe I've kept within...
Her predicament is unenviable. Her blindfold hides her tears, but not her sobs. Her mouth is held wide open by a steel spider gag that grips her top and bottom rows of teeth, its metal circle painfully forcing her jaw into an obscenely gaping 'O'. Her moans of fear and discomfort are still clearly audible despite the gag, and adding to her humiliation and mi...
[All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** Chapter 1 She decided the best move was to stay after class and speak with him. She felt confident that her effort throughout the past month would soon come...