My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me It was amazing; it looked like I'd picked the perfect spot. From my chosen seat in the back corner booth almost no one could see me, but I could see just about everyone in the place. I suppose I'd better add that Jimmy, the owner of the club, had arranged f...
Some idiot once said, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Well, life has been giving me shit lately and I'm finding out that making shit sandwiches just doesn't cut it. First, I lost my job. Another company bought out the company I work for and 150 of us were downsized. I found another job, but at half the pay and no benefits. Next, an uninsured dr...
This one time, my friend gave me an address. She didn't say much about the place, only that I needed to go the next time I was horny. I'm not horny very often, which is weird for twenty three year old women. Maybe I should describe myself a bit. My name is Emily; I'm a twenty three years old - living in England while I attend college. I have shoulder length...
Lately when it comes to this whole Internet dating thing, and camming and chatting on Yahoo, I find myself having a very difficult time trying to be my usual, easy-going, happy-go-lucky, cheerful, old self. These days, it seems to me that no matter how hard I try not to expect things of people anymore -- particularly when it comes to my guys -- I still wind...
The air was very cool for a late spring night; Val shivered and chided herself for wearing the tight black mini-skirt without even the benefit of pantyhose. She pulled at the long sleeves of her ivory button-down blouse, wishing for a sweater and some socks on her feet instead of just the casual canvas slip-on shoes. But this was only the third time she'd go...
It had been a long time since I saw him in person. We had talked through email and lately on the phone a couple of times. I was excited and nervous and I just hoped that he would be happy to see me also. I remember all the things that he like's, dark smoky eyes and shiny lips. He also liked leather and spiked heals, but I thought I would save that kind of lo...
The rain outside her dorm window was getting harder and harder. The wind howled so loud that it sounded as though it was tearing out the trees on the front lawn by the roots. Ivy did not like bad weather; it always made her nervous and scared. She hated being so far from home, if only she decided to go to a college closer to her small hometown. All of a sudd...
She couldn't believe what all that she had lived through in the past year. Nyla St. John sat at her desk thinking about all the awful things that had happened to her, wondering if it wasn't for the work of God would she still be here on earth. It was the anniversary of her long divorce and she couldn't help but think about the man who had caused so much tro...
This is a true story. It did not happen to me, though I narrate the tale; I have tweaked genders and family facts and other pertinent information to obscure its origin, though I believe if the subjects described were to read this writing, they would recognize themselves quickly, if not immediately. I learned of these facts today, and they led me to write....
His eyes looked into mine. All I could do was stare back. Of course we were in the middle of the street and cars were constantly beeping. He got out of his car and helped me out of mine, which he hit. It was obvious he was speeding, but I didn't care. He was fine as hell. He had these piercing green eyes, brown hair, tall ( i'd say about 6 feet) and sexy arm...