Steve Williams and Jennifer Knight have been best friends for as long as they could remember. They lived across the street from each other and have grown up together. They have been in school together since the first grade and are now both 18 and will be going into their senior year of high school once the summer is over. Jennifer was the typical girl next...
Connie's Weed, Part 4 — Revenge Blown Out Of Proportion A four part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the siz...
THE CONFIDENTIAL SERIES Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Volume One Eme Strife Copyright© Eme Strife. 2013. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced without the author's express consent. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or us...
Note: This is part 2 of the series, and will seem improbable unless the first segment is digested. 1 Predictably, I accepted Za'ana's offer to fly to the Caribbean with her instead of a long road trip to Florida with the guys. My spring break would be spent at a warm beach, but not among the drunken crowds. I would be with this intriguing, multilingual be...
The table was covered with empty plates and full wine glasses as the boisterous babble of a long late summer evening wafted into the darkness surrounding the Dexter's pool. I had taken a brief recess to check the Red Sox score on my phone when I was suddenly pulled back into the moment by a question from my wife, Jill. "What do you think, Derek?" "Huh? Wha...
Member 13231 -- Jack Greene I shouldn't have even looked at her, once I looked, I couldn't stop looking. The price I paid for staring at her was getting caught, and instead of a scowl, I got a smile. I shook the smile off, that smile wasn't for me. I was a thirty-five year old man with a failed career and way too much emotional baggage. She was a twenty-s...
Author's notes: Thank you for taking a chance and reading my work. I hope you enjoy it and would love some constructive criticism of the story if you have the time and inclination. This is entirely a work of fiction and the characters are not based on any people, living or dead. Any resemblance you might make is entirely coincidental. Oh, and Erik likes to...
A mottled carpet of leaves flew off the blacktop, and then fluttered back to earth like butterflies descending on a field of sage. Just another hour, thought Brady, returning his attention to the road in front of him. He turned his baseball cap around and depressed his right foot, the force of acceleration driving him deeper into his seat. With a push of a b...
The first time I saw Ellen Rothko was when I walked into Boyle's Antiques on Clark Street, looking for old records. She was showing a woman some antique earrings, their heads bent over the display case, and when she heard me come in she looked up and caught my eye, shocked me with her beauty, and then lowered her face again, leaving me standing there gaping...
SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and draws him from his ‘shell’ with ease. Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that...