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Endlich waren die paar Tage auf dieser Insel herum. Dumpf röhrend, weil irgend ein Teil der Maschine wohl nicht mehr richtig befestigt war, trug sie der nicht einmal sehr alte Jeep durch eine karge, rauhe Landschaft die dazu angetan war nicht nur an Maschinen irgendwelche Schrauben zu lockern. Bernhard Stössel saß am Steuer und schaute konzentriert auf das, was die Einheimischen großspurig eine Straße nannten. Selbst zu Zeiten der Römer hätte diese Bezeichnung wegen Betruges für einigen...
Hi Guys, I'm sorry it's taken a while for me to write another story it's just that I have been really busy. I hope you all haven't lost interest though. This story is true and recent, I hope you enjoy.Please like it and share it. ThanksI often found myself getting uptight and depressed from all the work as a waitress and no fun in my life but I needed to work extra to pay my debts. It was a fairly cool mid morning during one of my shifts, not too busy when I was serving a young UFT student...
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JANUARY 1, 2002, WINTER BREAK After a pleasant day shopping and then making the two-and-a-half hour drive back to the real world, Adrienne dropped me off from our impromptu Big Bear trip. She kissed me goodbye and told me to wish "Happy New Year's" from her to my family, then she drove the next few hundred feet to her house. I watched her garage door rising and turned to walk in through my front door. I promptly entered into what sounded like a war zone. "Sonovabitch! I'll kill him!...
We Live Together! Have you ever wondered what women do when they are alone together? The TV would have you believe it’s some pretty boring shit. They sit around talking about their goddamn feelings, drinking wine, and making scrapbooks full of memories of their ugly little children. Sometimes there is yoga, but it never devolves into all-out orgies between a bunch of really fit bitches. I’ve always hoped these were just untrue stereotypes, and the all-girl scenes at WeLiveTogether seem to back...
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On Thanksgiving morning, disaster struck before Will was even fully dressed. He had slept until eight o'clock, successfully ignoring the noises of increasing foot traffic in the house. When he was finally unable to sleep through the rising sounds of activity in the kitchen, he got up and gathered his toiletries bag. There was a guest bathroom, thankfully, so he didn't have to trek all the way upstairs only to be afforded the possibility to see his brother in boxers and bare-chested—or...
When the phone rang, Will was deeply asleep. He had no idea how many times the cell phone on the dresser had rung before he was awake enough to climb out of bed. The caller was insistent, calling back every time Will's phone routed the call to voicemail after three rings. Will reached the dresser and stared at the cell phone with bleary eyes for a moment, fighting the feeling of dread that had suddenly settled deep down in his stomach. He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside...
"Have I been an insufferable prick for the last ten years?" Will asked his mother as they drove across the Memorial Bridge into New Hampshire. It was well before dawn—they had left Augusta at four in the morning—and he had sipped an entire twenty-ounce cup of cappuccino to infuse himself with some caffeine. "Not exactly," Kate answered after a moment of consideration. She gave him a guarded look, but there was the faintest hint of a smile playing in the corners of her mouth. "But kind...
"You can't spend another week in Knoxville, Will. You have a speaking engagement at Brandywine in Burlington on Monday morning, remember?" "Brandywine College." Will closed his eyes momentarily, suppressing the urge to slap his forehead. "Shit, I completely forgot about those people. I'm sorry, Megan." "I could cancel for you on short notice, but they'd want their speaking fee back." Megan had been his publicist for the last seven years, and Will had developed the ability to...
"Did you really come back to Knoxville just to go on another date?" Erica asked as they pulled out of the driveway. "I suppose I did," Will admitted. "I was going to make something up about some college speech, just so your dad wouldn't be able to make fun of me, but then I figured he'd want to come and listen to it." He glanced at Erica and saw that she regarded him with a cryptic little smile. "Why do you ask? Is that such a weird thing?" "No, no. Not at all. It's just...
The speed limit on I-75 in northern Tennessee was seventy-five miles per hour, which was precisely five miles less than the top speed of Bob's geriatric truck. Will drove almost all the way back to Knoxville with the gas pedal firmly pressed to the floor, and only the slow traffic just before the downtown interchange forced him to take his foot off the gas. "I should trade this piece of crap in on a real car while your dad can't protest," Will muttered when they pulled into the parking...
The next morning, Will saw Claire off to work, and then requisitioned her vacuum cleaner to do some final clean-up work on Bob's truck. Like polishing a turd, he thought as he laboriously cleaned the nooks and crannies of the old Dodge, sucking a motley collection of coins, ancient French fries, and other debris into the refuse container of Claire's bagless vacuum. It's not like they're going to allow more than the junkyard value of this thing on the trade. It turned out that he had...
In early April, Will hired a real estate agent out of Bangor to put the house in Ellsworth on the market. He had tossed around the idea of selling the place since Claire's tentative agreement to move north together, and he made the final decision when he realized that he hadn't been back to his own house in over two months. The bills were paid by automatic deduction from one of his accounts, and he could have afforded to keep the place empty for an indefinite amount of time, but he wasn't...
Eighteen Months Later "How's Erica liking her graduation present?" Bob asked, speaking up to make himself understood over the noise coming from the other end of the phone line. "Oh, she loves it," Will replied. "What do you think? We had to extend our stay in Paris for two days because we sort of underestimated the size of the Louvre. You should have seen her--it was like locking a toddler in a candy store." "I can imagine," Bob laughed. "What's all that noise in the background?...
"What do you mean, 'I'm not coming?' It's Thanksgiving, Will. You've never missed Thanksgiving with us." His mother sounded positively indignant, as if he had proposed to cancel the holiday season altogether, but he was prepared to make his case. "I am not interested if it's at Bob's place this year, mom. Why can't we do it over at home just like every damn year? Bob doesn't even have the space to put us all up for the night. I'm not sleeping on a camping mattress again, and...
Will's little travel alarm clock went off at six in the morning, and he silenced it swiftly before it could wake up his mother sleeping in the guest room next to the living room. He raised himself from the couch and ambled over to the bathroom, where he opted for a quick and quiet cat wash in the sink instead of a shower. When he left the bathroom, the kitchen was lit, and he could hear someone rummaging around in the cabinets. He finished dressing and then went over to investigate. "Mom,...
Claire's place was a small single-level brick house in the suburbs, on a street not too different from Bob's neighborhood. There was a small covered porch, and a tiny strip of garden right underneath one of the windows where Claire was growing a variety of kitchen herbs. The front lawn was as modest as the rest of the place; Will guessed that it probably only took a half dozen passes with a push mower to traverse the front yard. The other houses on the quiet cul-de-sac looked like they had...
"So this is it?" Claire asked. They had turned into the entry gate of a condominium complex, an expensive-looking property with a ten-foot high cast iron fence surrounding it. The gate itself was automated, and it only gave access to the community through a key card or a resident's electronic go-ahead. Will pulled up to the visitor gate, where a large computer screen displayed a long list of last names and condo numbers. "Yep, this is the place," Will replied. "I think it's way too...
They spent the next few days taking turns holding vigil at Bob's bedside. Will had ceded the spare bedroom in Bob's house to Kate, and taken up quarter at Claire's place instead. There were usually two people by Bob's side at all times, and when New Year's Eve came around, they all gathered in the ICU together. The doctor had upgraded Bob's prognosis to a cautiously optimistic one earlier in the day, and they allowed themselves a little levity, putting on party hats for the midnight...
"Oh, my God, it's really him!" Will heard the exclamation halfway across the café as he crossed the room to where Claire, Libby, and a dozen other women were sitting around a joined cluster of tables. Each of the women had a book and a café beverage in front of her, and fourteen pairs of eyes were suddenly on him. There was an empty chair next to Claire, and he strolled over and sat down. "Good evening, ladies," he said. The women all beamed at him, and there were some gasps when he...
Bob came home from the rehab hospital three months to the day of the robbery. It was a pleasant and unseasonably warm afternoon in late March, made all the more sunny to the Liebkind family by the fact that Bob walked from his room to the waiting minivan without any assistance save that of a sturdy hospital crutch. The paralysis of his left side was very much in evidence—he dragged his left foot, and his gait was laborious and unsure—but two months under the tutelage of a very skilled and...
When Will pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall behind the two police cruisers, the flames were already high enough to light up the night sky. Claire let out a little groan when she saw the thick smoke billowing from the front of her store. When they got out of the car, they could hear the fire alarm in the front of the store screaming furiously. "Stay back, please, ma'am," one of the deputies warned her as they approached the store front. "There's nothing in there that's worth...
The Great Shift: Togetherness By Ran Dandel It was always good to close the agency in the evening and start to unwind. Most days weren't too bad, but this one was a doozy. Since deregulation, the airlines had gone to central hubbing of their flights. It made making itineraries quite a hassle. Especially since many of the feeders arrived very close to the departure times of the main airlines'. Of course, being a travel agent wasn't all bad. After all, if you were able to make...
Jason Fremont calmly sipped his beer. Bouncing his foot casually he flipped through the TV, looking for something to watch, not really interested in watching anything, just trying to find a way to kill time. Glancing at his watch he noticed that it was almost 6pm. "Hmm.. going on 4 hours now." He thought to himself. Flipping off the television, he set the remote on the living room stand and started heading to the basement, whistling a tune as he went. Opening the basement door, the...
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The shower was everything Becky expected it to be, and more. Every nerve was on sensory overload; the warm water beating on their bodies as they kissed under the spray, the wonderful feel of his hands all over her body as he soaped her up from head to toe. Bill took his time with her body, seemingly memorizing every bit of her, making sure he touched every square millimeter of her skin like he was a blind man, and her skin was written in Braille.Then once he had rinsed her off, he knelt in the...
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Let me rewind the snaps from my life which will get the load off from my chest. It happened because it should have happened. The best thing about that neither I am complaining or bragging. It made me realize about true intimacy one could have experienced ever in life and I proudly take pride within myself. So not keeping you in waiting I am recounting the experience ahead. I am the youngest girl in my family consisting of dad, mom, and elder sister. My dad works in Bank and mother works in the...
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That Saturday, during the evening, I got a phone call from Denise, in which she sounded, suddenly, less than excited about my upcoming visit. I would have described her as "distracted." If I had needed any confirmation that she didn't suspect who she and her daughter were playing with, that was a good indication -- the fact was, she was probably suddenly realizing that having her brother around for 4 days was going to put a crimp in her and Lissa's fun little game. But, hearing her...
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You Know you are Better than This It was the third Saturday of the month and Paul always dreaded this day. It was the day when he was Paula, the maid to his wife. Once a month Paul would have to spend the day as his wife's maid. He had to wear a maid outfit during the day and after serving his Miss Jennifer dinner Paul would have to change into an outfit which was appropriate for a maid to wear while off duty. As Paul was finishing applying his makeup he did think to himself that it...
For the rest of the week, Olivia refused to get off. These thoughts were starting to get out of hand. When she’d been comparing the strange men she was hooking up with to her brother ... well, she’d just been using him as a baseline. She may as well have been comparing the man to a randomly-selected New Zealander, or co-worker. But what had happened when she’d played with herself ... It made her uncomfortable. And so for the next few days, Olivia tried very hard not to think about sex. It...
Thanks to Caleb Jones, Karen, and Samantha for your comments. If a person can't take criticism they should not write. This story is my first major attempt and doing a long and complicated story. Plot lines can get a little twisted and sometimes a writer can make mistakes. A couple of points need to be made. Concerning surveillance cameras (E.I. in the police station) remember I am setting this story in the middle 60's where TV cameras were extremely large and very expensive....
Better Life ? Part 1 of 4 by John Howarth copyright 2001 John Howarth My Stories may be added to Any Archive with similar content as long as the content is not modified and this notice and the copyright is maintained. Direct comments and email to [email protected] Forward This story is placed in the middle 1960s when I was actually in High School and I am writing in the first person placing myself in the story. I write best this way. You should also know all...
My Stories may be added to Any Free Access Archive with similar content as long as the content is not modified and this notice and the copyright are maintained. Direct comments and email to [email protected] This is the second part of 'Better Life?' a story of a person born as Tom Clark but he is now Betty Smith. You really need to read the first part before you can begin here. If you read part one with a submission date in the spring of 2001, please find the revised...
Tony and Courtney start their lives together This is a sequel to the story Wrestling with myself, by Katie Leone. Tony, a senior, befriended Courtney (formerly Corey) when she appeared as a 9th grader at Dunedin HS, in Florida. Tony is a deeply committed Christian, who never expected to fall in love with a transgendered girl, or face harassment from his Christian friends to the point of being attacked and hospitalized. The last scene of the book shows them at the homecoming dance...
Alice & Amanda 4: Subbing Together by Alina AamuStorycodes: F/f+, bond, gags, cuffs, cons, XI felt a familiar shiver going trough my body as Amanda was checking that the ropes, buckles and cuffs were tightly, but comfortably securing my captivity. The shiver was familiar and Amanda was familiar, but almost nothing else about what was transpiring was.I was standing naked in the bathroom of our longtime friends, Jenny and Susan, a wealthy couple who had turned their mansion into the epicentre of...
Something Better by: Gingerfred Man Chapter One ? Pretty Good My life lacked spark. Oh, I had everything most people my age say they want. I had graduated from a pretty good college and had a pretty good job for a 26-year-old guy. I was writing copy for an advertising agency and the best part of that was, there were plenty of young babes around. My name is Jerry Simmons. I liked women a lot and for the most part, they seemed to like me. I was a pretty good-looking guy,...
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Doc's Complex 28 - Living Together by Lee Most Copyright 2012 by Lee Most -------------------------------------------------------------- Synopsis: Chapter 28 of the FMNaNoWriMo challenge novel "Doc's Complex," in which Alice proposes to Doc that he and Keela they Live Together for 90 days, but be back in time for dinner. Doc has a different proposal. Categories and key words describe only this chapter. -------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 28 -...
Early in life, she had been a runaway; a prostitute, so prostitution was by no means a new thing. Then, she married a smooth-talker who, like so many men, was a philanderer but, unlike many, not a good enough one to get away with it. After his departure, Jenna had returned to using her abundant sexuality to augment her meager income. Brynn knew his mother's struggles and he believed that his own queer sexuality along with a twink-like appearance and an effeminate nature were probably...
Times had been tough since the family breakup and my mother did what she had to do to make ends meet. She spoke of how some of her dates were "professional" and since it was evident that she liked sex and needed money, then so what? At least she was discreet. Early in life, she had been a runaway and a prostitute, so prostitution was by no means a new thing. Then, she married a smooth-talker who, like so many men, was a philanderer but, unlike many, not a good enough one to get away with it....
Twisted families and cocksucking betrayal with his mother's boyfriend . . . __________________________________________Times had been tough since the family breakup and she did what she had to do to make ends meet. She spoke of how some of her dates were “professional” and since it was evident that she liked sex and needed money, then so what? At least she was discreet. Early in life, she had been a runaway; a prostitute, so prostitution was by no means a new thing. Then, she married a...
The Body Swap Clinic Life Couldn't Be Better By Allison Pettman "Tim, come and clean up your toys from the lounge room this instant." screamed Jennifer Collins. "I will later, mum." replied Tim Collins. "No do it now!" said Jennifer. "God, she is such a pain in the bum." Tim said quietly to himself. Tim went downstairs and started to clean up his toys. When his mum Jennifer came in, he was presented with the sight of his beautiful mother. Jennifer was 28 years old, with long...
When I was growing up, my family were sort-of 'home nudists'. We never went to nudist camps, or nude beaches, or anything like that, but within the confines of our own home, we were all - me, my twin sister Molly, and our parents - naked around each other pretty much all the time. Molly and I joked that we played naked together for nine months in Mom's womb, and nothing had really changed since. Our family's nudity was no big deal for us; it wasn't sexual at all, it was just the way we were,...
Times had been tough since the family breakup and my mother did what she had to do to make ends meet. She spoke of how some of her dates were "professional" and since it was evident that she liked sex and needed money, then so what? At least she was discreet. Early in life, she had been a runaway and a prostitute, so prostitution was by no means a new thing. Then, she married a smooth-talker who, like so many men, was a philanderer but, unlike many, not a good enough one to get away with it....
Better Late Than Never by Ginny Wolf I sat very still at my vanity table for at least ten minutes with the tube of lipstick in my hand. I felt terribly nervous about my first real date with another woman, knowing or hoping that before the night was over we would be making love in my bed. I just sat there, debating whether I had the nerve to follow through with my plan. Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain how I came to this internal debate. I guess my family history is...
Smoking can be a way of life. It brings people together in the most amazing ways. Friendships are formed, commonalities are discovered-anywhere in the world, one can light up and be sure that they will find someone with whom they can share a powerful experience. Marijuana, pot, weed-it has many names, and many uses. It can alter one's mind, calm the nerves, and relax the soul. It can cure and inspire, but most of all it just feels good. Simon's love affair with the green began when he...