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It was during times like these that she struggled with finding something to say. Too much to see beyond the blurriness of her vision, too many vowels and consonants to choose from, and there was[…]

Fbailey story number 707 The Glass Tables My mother fixed me up with a weekend job. It was to keep me off the streets as much as it was to provide me with spending money.[…]

This is a true story of something that happened when i was younger. please excuse my bad English if there is any mistake, English is not my main language. /> It was a sunny day,[…]

I smiled at my bestfreind Jessica and sipped my coffee. " Jules look at this." I looked at her lap top and Smiled " Um I don't want to be a model." She smiled and[…]

My name is Antoinette; this is what I did last Thursday evening. A few words of explanation: I am 25 years old, my husband is over forty years older. We have been married for eight[…]

Well, there i was. Driving home on my way back from visiting friends. I was stuck in traffic yet again. Along side me pulled up truck with one female driver, i looked at her trying[…]

“I may have seen her, but not even info comes without a price, baby.” Freddy’s tongue flicks between his lips revealing brown teeth, and the movement makes my stomach lurch. Good thing there isn't anything[…]

She sat in the restaurant, alone, waiting for her date. She wore a silky red dress with a slit up high on her thigh, revealing long, slim legs that went on for miles. The back[…]

The semester had ended, me and my girl friend was on our way home from school. It was about a four hour drive so we were just getting rolling on the highway, when Rose(my girlfriend)[…]

THE SEVENTEENTH DAY The terrible antipathy the Président had for Constance was manifest in daily outbursts: he had spent the night with her, having made a bilateral arrangement with Durcet, to whom he returned her[…]

Mixed Metaphors X Friday came early and Becky was still in a funk over the death of the old man. She just wished she had got to know him, for a little while anyway. The[…]

Bold Text is her story Italicized Text is his story I brushed my dress down, and smoothed my hair over. He looked so handsome, his black locks and gorgeous smile. He gave me a big[…]

For the first time in two days, I stood still and thought. What was I going to do to occupy my time? I had no job and the band didn't have a practice that day.[…]

In the days that followed, Donna was strangely quiet. She and Bob came by for dinner and a visit but she smiled demurely and played the loving daughter-in-law. I was getting more than curious. I[…]

The brute’s name was Russell or Rusty; and I have serviced him on two more occasions since my last episode. Todd walked around me at all times; as he was still too embarrassed about not[…]

PINOCCHIO NEEDS HELP WITH SEX Pinocchio sought out Gippetto for help. He explained to Gippetto that every time he had sex with his girlfriend, she would get splinters and complain. Gipetto said to Pinocchio, "No[…]