Reluctance - Page 43

2 Kail paces the length of the tent, anger rising off him in waves of visible heat; John rummages through some paperwork, the title reads “Death Certification"

Prologue Day 0, Friday I shivered. Since yesterday the air hadn't gained any new warmth again. Before I opened the red door, I took a last look at the evening sky

STORY I was walking home late one evening and I was thinking "Nikki you stupid girl who walks down a dark ally in the middle of the night while it's pouring rain"

This story is fully of my imagination. None of the events actually happened. Its just my fantasy. My girlfriend Jane moved to Seoul, Korea after she accepted a one year contract to teach working professionals English

Hermione had been gone much longer than the previous evening and both of her dorm mates were apparently already asleep. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. She thought she must be in shock because normally she would be crying and panicking about getting in trouble

Minding Others Chapter 4 Out of practice comes discipline. Only through discipline can one practice. I had learned the secret of my erection's effect, but learning to control it proved as dangerous as letting heated desires run amok

She had been living in this gray prison cell for days nowmaybe longer. She had no idea what time it was ever. Sometimes when the creatures came for her it seemed like it was the same daysometimes it felt like it had been days

“Grandpa?” my little girl grunted as I bent her over the sink, my cock sliding slick and deep in and out of her tight little body. “Shut up Sandy,” I snapped and fucked her harder, her hands splayed out in front of her on the cutting board she had been chopping vegetables on

The crumpled towel. The sock hanging over the edge of the hamper. The toothpaste squished into a glob with no sense of neatness. The glass on the side table, still holding a few ounces of wine from last night. What a fucking slob he is

OK, here goes. Hopefully if I write this down my mind will clear up. Soermhipaper My name’s Jake and I’ve got a strange story to tell It all started last Thursday and it was the day I was meant to go to the shops and get some supplies

Character: A person represented in a drama, story, etc, made up of a distinct complex of mental and ethical traits marking and often individualizing them into a personality type

One of my Mom's friends used to check on me while my Mom worked evening shifts. I was not old enough to be totally alone but not young enough to need constant supervision

Taken Eight cylinders growl to life as I turn the ignition in my mustang. I step on the clutch, spinning my tires in the low gear. It's an ominous sign, considering what I'm speeding off to do. The interstate is bare and lays like a wanton whore before my lecherous tires

I picked up my key at the front desk before climbing into the elevator and heading up to my room on the third floor. Being 18, I had been allowed to pay for my own room and had not needed to share with two other people like most of my classmates who were only 17. The room was nice

My wife “Nickie” and I have been together for nearly ten years and have two children