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Watching the semi push itself backwards into the loading dock, Nicole looked on as she stood with her weight resting upon one of her sexy legs. The 5’10” brunette gazed away as the vehicle finally[…]

It was just after 5:30 on a Monday evening as Cedric walked through the halls of the empty school. The day wasn't very hectic or even tiring for that matter, but the joy of being[…]

"Please be seated Mrs. Gordon," Samantha Oliver said, "I've been just been looking over your application and everything seems to be in order!" "From what I can gather from your app," Sam continued, "you wish[…]

She was always such a pretty girl. Long, dark hair, dark eyes and even as a baby, she had such a beautiful, dark, olive complexion. She was also such a sweet, little girl despite the[…]

Fbailey story number 268 Fat Girls Can Dance Tina came up on my porch and sat down in one of my chairs facing me. I had seen her around the neighborhood for a few years.[…]

A construction worker in the 5th floor of a building needed a handsaw. So he spots another worker on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he can't hear him. So the other[…]

'm alone in my hotel room in Singapore; I have nothing planned for the night and I'm looking for some action. I browse the local Craigslist postings and I'm immediately pleased to find a very[…]

The entire world had shrunk to the confines of the library. Janet sat behind the desk, a pitcher of coffee in front of her, a pile of Journals there as well. The television set was[…]

9:38 – He arrived into the kitchen with the usual swagger that was to be expected with a boy who had turned 18. If I didn’t know any better he’d just gone and banged another[…]

Lorne Ascott pulled his coat tight around his body before stepping from the lobby of his downtown Chicago office building into the cold December winds that whipped unmercifully off of Lake Michigan! As usual the[…]

As Gail pulled in the driveway, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. While clothed, she felt completely naked and vulnerable, but with a hint of excitement about the unknown. The events from last[…]

Lucinda I saw her sheltering under the projecting canopy of the bus shelter just along Chatham was sure it was rain was falling steadily the road glistening alternately orange in the street lights glow and[…]

I’m Not A Stereotype by Maya Hatashita as told to BrettJ© 2010 Author’s Note: I am not the of the story, although readers, isn’t he one lucky S.O.B? I very nearly blew the opportunity of[…]

A week had passed since that fateful night when we played ‘Truth or Dare.’ Liz, Jen and I were way more then friends now. The problem with our game though – as is the case[…]

This is my first first time publishing, but I wrote this story while I was still in high school. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Enjoy! My name is Emily. I am 26 years old and[…]

Marci stood at the kitchen island gazing out the window of her loft. She feels a rough whisper in her ear. " Don't turn around. And don't fight me. And you'll have the best night[…]