Chapter 1 I first met Beth at the restaurant where we both worked. We were both seniors in high school, both enrolled in colleges, mine about two hundred miles away, Beth's about one hundred and fifty miles from where we lived but the colleges were only about eighty miles distant from one another. Any way, Beth and I really hit it off, neither one of us ha...
They came up the stairs, clanging armor and swords, creaking leather, grunting voices sounding louder as the thumping of their feet grew stronger and stronger on the stone steps, echoing off the slate gray blocks making up the walls of the circular staircase leading up to the women's quarters. The landing at the top of the stairs was wide with a brilliant ta...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * The modern day adventures of angry women. Woman #1 Better to be a slut, even a whore, it doesn't pay to be a good girl and moral woman. Donna is a 21-year-old, third year college student studying psychology at Boston University. She wants to continue her education, earn her master's de...
I got the phone call about 4, that my wife was at it again, with some high school kid at the local motel. This was the third time in just as many months, because my wife just couldn't resist the thrill of breaking in virgins. At least she was smart enough to only go after Seniors and make sure they were over 18, so other than me catching her in the act, ther...
I am trying to write in a little different style in this story. Please give me your criticisms so that I can try to become a better writer. If all you have is racist comments, don't bother. After cheerleader practice late that afternoon, Angela realized that she had left her driver's license in the girl's locker room. She walked the deserted hallways hummi...
Linda and Karen walked quickly down the hallway to their room. Karen was opening her card wallet at the end of her lanyard when she heard the high pitched squeal from inside their room followed by, “Right there, that’s good.” Jerry’s voice boomed out. “Yes, that’s it faster, faster.” Joe’s disappointed voice quickly followed, “Oh, no, not so soon.” The...
The Patron, The beginning or is it? This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection. With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will...
Cas and Dean rushed into the dingy cabin and Dean slammed the door behind them. The monster outside howled it's rage, but couldn't penetrate the structure. "We should be safe in here," Dean said, leaning against the door which was inscribed with arcane symbols. "This is one of Bobby's cabins; the whole thing is demon-proofed." Cas stumbled into the dim room...
Ever been in a situation where one moment everything is normal and the next it's all gone surreal? It happened to me recently. Let me explain what happened. I was staying at a Bed & Breakfast place for a week while doing some fishing. The owner was, to be polite, a sour faced prude, so you can imagine how I might describe her if I was being impolite. Fortun...
"The bastard! The lying bastard! He told me he loved me, now he's fucking somebody else! The bastard!" Pam was standing in the doorway of my cabin. Since I knew her only by sight, I was mystified why she was sharing this confidence with me. "Hi, Pam. What happened?" "Mark's a bastard, a real bastard! He told me he loved me and I believed him!" She started...