"You know, you'll never get anywhere in training, if you just show up whenever the hell you feel like it." Lydia blushed. "Sorry High General Jordan." "The only reason I allow it, is because Elunara asked me to. Otherwise I'd toss your ass out. You're wasting my time." She winced. "Please forgive me." "Not until you start showing some initiative." Darg...
A loud howl rang out across the forest, reaching into a small cottage in the center of a well hidden clearing. The sound jolted Abby from her sleep, groaning she rolled to her feet and rubbed her green and yellow eyes, glancing at her clock she frowned, it read 2am. Squinting out her window into her bright moonlit back yard she sighed, the same call had been...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
I hate the beach. I hate the sand sticking to my skin. I hate the sunburn I know I am going to get. Most of all, I hate the wind. I have never enjoyed the beach, ever. Yet here I am, lying here in my bikini, sand stuck to my sunscreen covered ass, arms, back, you name it. Here I am miserable, watching him lounge about, ogling the young girls in their near-na...
"Trust me," he whispered, "you're going to want to stick around." "Stick around?" I hissed this at him. I reached for a pillow and used this to cover my body. Bloody hell it was cold being naked. "I HATE you," I felt my chest puff up in anger. I was breathing so heavily that I could pump up an entire jumping castle if I wanted to. "I know exactly what we s...
My name is Kurt Brown. Friends call me K.B. A big and tall black man in his mid-twenties living in the city of Brockton. I am a tour bus driver by day and a college student by night. I attend Bridgewater State College, where I major in Criminal Justice. I'm basically one semester away from getting my bachelor's degree. In May of 2009, I will graduate. I real...
Sara Ugh. i hate my husband, but he's been pestering me constantly about having sex with him. He's not bad in bed and he's actually really good at giving oral sex, but he's so bad at the rest of life that i struggle to turn on for him. Finally today i agreed that we could have sex tonight. So here i lay on the couch texting with Daddy as i always do. My hus...
I sat at home for the third day after my wife and the love of my life had left on her business trip. I kept consoling myself with the fact that she would be home in a week and a half. This may sound sappy, but the truth was that this would mark the longest we had been apart since we first started becoming close back in college. We had been just friends for t...
--- Don't take it serious. It might be metaphorical. --- * It was a typical Saturday morning for Lucas. He woke up disoriented and hungover. The ceiling he stared up at through a fog appeared familiar. It would have if he were actually staring up at the ceiling. But he wasn't. He was face down on the coffee table completely naked. The only bright spot in t...
Luanne let out a sigh of relief as she was getting closer to her home. She could not wait to get inside her home to kick back and relax after a long day at work. When her home came into view, a small smile painted her face. Her smile quickly turned to a grimace of confusion as she saw her fiancé's car in the driveway. He usually worked through the day while...