Fiction - Page 87

Jane walks into the emergency room and there sitting in the corner is her son with a cast on both hands. "What happened?" James asks her son Mark. "I'm fine but I broke both my wrists" and lifts up his hands to show her

She immediately captivated me. At first, I wasn't sure why. Nice enough looking girl, but not a refined beauty. She seemed to have a decent figure, but it was hard to tell – she didn't dress to show herself off. Perhaps it was her height

My name is Preeti and leaving in Aurangabad (Maharashtra). It happened a day in Jul-2010 when myself and my mom were alone at home and my papa had been to a business tour in Pune for a week

This is a completely fictional narrative story, it is intended for entertainment purposes only. If you do not approve of young love, do not read any further

My wife was wearing a brown skirt with sky blue, black, and purple plaid argyle socks. I really liked these socks on her because they were sexy and irresistible. Her blouse was purple, silky, and even though she had a bra on, her nipples might be seen depending on her mood

Back to the crib pt.2 About fifteen minutes later, I followed her into the parking lot of a small, nice apartment complex. She signaled to me with her hand where I was ‘okay’ to park at, and I did. So did she. I stepped out of my car, and walked over to hers

It was Sunday the last day of July. I had just gotten home from my friends Tim’s house and walked into my room. I immediately noticed that my dresser wasn’t backed ageist the wall and my secret stash of Playboys where gone

The little walk down memory lane hadn't told Cason much about Vince's recent experience in the scene, but it did tell him a lot about the man himself. He tapped the side of his coffee mug

“I think that guy’s following us,” Emily said to me, casually glancing over her shoulder as we walked up to the walking paths viewing station

So yeah. At some point the protagonist of the film and the PHD student start having sex. Oh, I forgot to mention; spoiler alert

It's seven thirty in the morning, January 1st 2007, New years day and here I am sat in my study typing away on the PC when really, I ought to be where my wife is right now, upstairs in bed, asleep after the celebrations

Two days before Thanksgiving my phone rang. I answered and it was Holly. She wanted to know if I would like to have Thanksgiving lunch at 11 AM with a couple of our old coworkers Corinne and Susan

Due to the abuse of this and other stories by spammers and other idiots, I have restricted the comment section. Please feel free to send you comments to me as a PM. Lucky Mann Late Rent Payments By Lucky Mann My name is Pete. I’m in my early sixties and still in decent shape

This is the sequel to Sam & Alicia 1 to 7. I suggest that you read them first. Alicia and I were living permanently (as opposed to 3 days here then 3 days there) with her mum, Wendy and her dad, Ted, because my mum, Rosalie was in America for work (and play)

A year after buying our retirement home in the hills of North Carolina the wife and I have settled in as if we had been there all our lives. Tom and I working on our projects became as natural as the wives driving to town to go shopping or to a major city to window shop