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A Short Hop 2 By Pistachio I noticed a young woman who looked like Betsy around the baggage claim conveyor like she was looking for someone. She was a tall brunette who looked as athletic[…]

Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely[…]

I've got a problem. I really love girls. This may not sound like a large problem to any of you, but in real life it is. The problem is that I like a lot of[…]

It felt strange doing this with my mother. From the time we woke up until we sat down in the evening for her foot rub/suck, we were just like any other mother and son. It[…]

As you have read both Ashleigh and Renee and I are part of the relationship now after a weekend away. It now comes to a grinding halt due to a trip to China, but theirs[…]

…I told him how she always locks her bedroom door, the bathroom door and how I can’t even sneak a peek at her. Troy asked: “Dana, what does she wear first thing in the morning?”[…]

My pet’s car pulls up to my drive way. I see her exit the car in an almost jilted way. I am guessing this stems from the uncertainty that today brings. I withheld all the[…]

Lisa was tired, her brown hair, which usually hung freely around her shoulders, was a mess, and there were beads of sweat begining to take shape on her back. Her brow was fixed in frustration[…]

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

I was sat in a bar in the Bellagio casino, Las Vegas, deciding against ordering a $500 bottle of champagne. I was here on vacation with some of my school buddies, but had finally got[…]

Hello all, this is my first story so feel free to leave advice, criticism and just general comments! Otherwise I hope you enjoy and let me know if you like it as I might write[…]

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

It was a Saturday night. Sarah and I had enjoyed a quiet, candlelight, meal in and had consumed a good deal of vodka and a couple of bottles of rather potent red wine so we[…]

Disclaimer All characters in this story are fictional and are over the age of 18. Chrystal woke as the sun was beginning to peep through her curtains. Had it all been a dream? She thought.[…]

I have known Angie for fourteen years. We have always lived in the same area and occasionally we would bump into each other doing shopping. I always liked her, and judging by the time we[…]

Black. That was the color of his car’s ceiling. He had stared at it countless times and yet still found it more intriguing than what happened outside the window, which was basically, nothing. This beat[…]