Marla faced her mirror finishing applying the red lipstick, which she then sealed with her lip-gloss. She lightly tussled her brown curly hair with her free hand. Looking at her watch it was time that she left and made way to today's lesson. Passing the full-length mirror in the hall she stopped and gave herself a once over. She is a woman of a fuller figur...
“It’s clear!” Heather whispered, holding the door to the women’s restroom open. “Hurry up!” I grabbed the backpack and rushed through the open door. Heather and I hurried into one of the stalls and quickly closed the door behind us. Giggling, we opened the backpack and started pulling out the contents. First was a blonde wig that Heather placed on her...
This story is about how to drive wicked fast as opposed to how to drive stupid fast. Driving stupid fast is when you are driving 20 mph over the speed limit in your mini-van or SUV while talking on the cell phone. Then, there is driving scary fast. Driving scary fast is when you are driving so fast that you scare even yourself. If you are scaring yourself by...
God, I felt drained. Talk about getting sucked in and blown out in bubbles. I was glad I was riding back to the camp and not walking. I could hear the rest of the lads mumbling and grumbling outside the carriage where I sat with the delicious Lady Lorna. I couldn't see what their problem was; after all they hadn't just gone through what I had. I had cleaned...
Every morning, Lunir was taken from her cage and put on a treadmill, or rather inside the thing—it was a large upright wheel of wooden slats, at least twice as tall as she was. The slats were not fitted snug, so she had to take care not to catch her toes in the gaps between them. She didn't actually tread inside the wheel. She had to run. She had to run as...
Wednesday morning I arrived at the coffee shop. Anna was already there in a corner, sipping her coffee. Her red curls were pulled back and she was looking down at the table. Her fingers held a gold pen that was tracing designs on the outside of a white envelope. As I brought my coffee to the table, she looked up and I noticed her hand trembled. I sat down q...
Disclaimer. Any similarities between the people here depicted and persons living or deceased is entirely unintentional and the author wishes to apologise in advance for any mistaken impression that may arise. ----------------------------------------- It was in the third week of our 'relationship,' when we realised it just was not working out. We had spen...
Sophie sits at her desk, twiddling her long, dark hair in her fingers and tries hard to concentrate on the screen in front of her. Ever since she opened her eyes this morning she's been waiting to hear from him. She's checked and rechecked her emails and text messages but there's nothing. She considers texting him, again, but she's already sent three and is...
The first of Three NuErotic Tales © All Rights Reserved ********** Main Characters Arthur Baynebridge - A poverty stricken no hoper surviving day to day off his wits. He lives a banal existence masking a mysterious past. He is living day to day, only finding solace in alcohol and other illicit substances. Luke D'Angelo - Charismatic devious TV show host...
It was the early evening of a lovely summer's day and I was driving home. I'd had a hard day trying to make my appointments in a string of coast towns amongst the holiday traffic and was looking forward to getting home. I was about twelve miles away when I saw a woman stopped by the side of the road. As I passed by her I realised that she was having trouble...