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He sighed deeply, breathing in the incense heavy air. A soft pallor of smoke wafted across the small room, further shadowing the already dim lights. He laid his head back on his arms, his eyes[…]

Tardiness is definitely one of my top pet peeves. I despise waiting for someone else and yet here I was, fifteen past eight in the morning and my superior was giving me a short lecture[…]

The morning was cool and crisp as I began my hike up the trail to the top of Terry Peak, and although it was late October, the sun was just beginning to warm the South[…]

As James puts on his after shave on, which smelt really strong and made girls wet as soon as they smelt it. As he puts it on he notices that his phone was ringing, it[…]

I couldn’t believe my luck. I was waking up next to an angel! The best part about it was she wasn’t put up to it by my sister. Sure Susan did that a lot in[…]

The past three days Skyler has managed not to run into the SEAL when she went on her morning runs, when pulling out of her parking spot she’d sometimes see him. Seeing him made her[…]

Trying to improve re-edited version. 7/7/14 Riding Jenny the story of a friend’s daughter I give a motorcycle ride to. That turns into a wild fuck fest. /> I rode my motorcycle over to a[…]

You Only Love Once NOTE: This story was written during Hurricane Sandy, so punctuation, grammar, and spelling may lack. I haven’t had Internet or cable in 8 days! Comments and insights wanted, however, don’t be[…]

Chapter Two Jennifer's Birthday party I came home from work and Jennifer did not look happy as she usually did. She comes over to me and places her arms around my neck and hugs me[…]

A/N First of all I know this doesn't follow my name but this is just a test story. Also I would like to note this was a favor for a friend of mine who wanted[…]

Triston barged through the door and shook heather up from her peaceful nap. go princess time for you to go back to the bed, I have to go out for a while come on, come[…]

Well, my name is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the city or setting where my stories take place. I'm currently 19 years old, a high school drop-out[…]

As Mrs. Allen droned on about the Revolutionary War, the twelve eighteen year old female students in her senior high American History class took mandatory sips from bottles filled with juice, water, or some other[…]

Translated From The Memoirs Of Caterine DuMont: (Marseille France, 1926-) I always find myself thinking about the warm evenings here, how the sun always coincides with everything that is Marseille…my city of light. It seems[…]

This is part 2. I'd recommend reading the first one before this one. Enjoy. Before reading, this I would recommend reading the first story. -We walked up the stairs then I realized how tired I[…]

I finished my doctoral degree when I was 26 and took a job at medium sized university in the midwest. In my first semester, I was given three sections of an introductory level course to[…]