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Overwhelming Reality

********** There is no explicit sex in this ‘snapshot’ in time. I wish to thank the people who helped contribute to and edit this story, per their wishes, they remain anonymous. This story is totally fictitious, any resemblance the characters might have to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be published at any other site without the express permission of the author. © January 18, 2008 ********** He was doing his best to see past the crowd, trying to...

The Rolls and the Pipe Ch 01

It is not very often that you see an unpretentious looking young man step out of a Rolls-Royce. My name is Paige d’Lephaunt. I am a journalist working for a major Chicago newspaper, and on this particular night, I was waiting for my subject at the Riva Café on East Grand Avenue. For those who have never been there, the restaurant is a fairly large building on Navy Pier, overlooking Lake Michigan. The large dining room is open and is strewn with tables in what is best described as organized...

LEXI AND SASHA SORORITY DAZE

The following is a recollection from my college years. Individual names and the name of the sorority have been changed for reasons of privacy. “Sasha? Sasha?” Slowly the sound of my name drew me out of my daydream. I looked up at the middle-aged Mrs. Dullwater in annoyance. She returned my look over the top of her reading glasses with a lofty stare of superiority. In a lecturing tone, she observed, “Sasha, as a senior at this college, AND the president of your sorority, you really should...

Der Witwer The Widower

by PostScriptor, copyright 2011, all rights reserved The first half of this story is a modern rewrite which closely follows the plot of a story written by an Austrian writer, Arthur Schnitzler. The original story was written in 1894. Schnitzler is best known today as the author of the novella upon which the movie ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ was based. Schnitzler died in 1931. I didn’t like his rather abrupt and inconclusive ending, so I continued the story and wrote my own. This story uses a number of...

Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 1

We had just finished a really nice dinner, and had dressed for the occasion. I was wearing khaki pants and a white collared shirt with a striped tie that Amanda had given me as a birthday present years ago. My beautiful wife was wearing a sexy black strapless dress that clung to her body and accentuated every feminine curve beautifully. It looked extremely flattering on her. Beneath it, Amanda was wearing a black lacy bra and matching panties that I had specifically purchased for this...

Feral Chapter 1

Credit to GodsoftheGodsgameing for the idea. This story is a collaboration piece with him. While we are currently discussing a next chapter, time will tell if that sees fruition. My stomach growled. Something that was becoming much more frequent. Standing outside, I sniffed the air like a predator but shifted my gaze around like a prey animal. Except I was prey, a deer furrier to be exact. One with a surprising appetite for a succulent diet of meat. My stomach growled once more, pushing me...

Spiel Mit Mir

You hear all the time of people discovering the partners cheating, I never thought it would happen to me, but it seems I was wrong. Did I come home early, did I, or someone see them together? No. I found out because my mates brother in law is a priest. Confession was it, again no. It was because he got arrested, you already know what for, he is a priest after all. My mate John, his father in law had sadly just died and so his brother in law had stayed with John and his wife for a few days for...

Black Men are Gods Ch 11

The name is Stephen Voltaire. I’m a big and tall young Black man who’s recently moved from the American city of Brockton, Massachusetts, to the unknown urban wilderness of Ottawa, Canada. So far, I don’t much care for the Republic of Canada. Too many white people, for one thing. However, the city of Ottawa itself was fairly diverse. There are lots of Asians, Arabs and Africans there. So a young brother like me doesn’t feel so alone. These days, I’m staying at the residence of my uncle Verne. He...

Give It Away

Note: This is part one of two. The Second Part is called ‘Give It Away – Reprise’. I can’t get this song out of my head so I might as well write about it. It’s by George Strait and I consider it to be one of the finest country songs ever – and I know that takes in a lot of territory. ‘Give it Away’ has great lyrics, a compelling rhythm and melody and one of the smoothest singers – George Strait has that impeccable sense of timing that the very best singers have. The lyrics and music for this...

Stealing Black Men From Black Women

My name is Melissa Joan Rhodes. Friends call me M.J. I’m originally from Plymouth. I’m currently a student at Norris College in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. At first glance, most people dismiss me as another Valley Girl type. I don’t know why. It’s what I come off as. Simply because I stand five feet ten inches tall, lean and athletic, with long, straight blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I’ve got face, I’ve got body, I’ve got chest and I’ve got ass. Just in case you people were wondering....

90210 Chronicles

Fantasy Land – The 90210 Chronicles Part 1 Annalynne rolled furiously on her bed in frustration. Who the hell was making so much noise at this time? She punched the bed repeatedly and rolled onto her side to double check the time, it was 06:05. It was bad enough being woken up at this time any morning but Annalynne had a massive hangover today and she wasn’t happy at all. She tried to drown out the various noises of clattering plates and other sounds she couldn’t recognise by covering her...

Living On A Prayer

Sometimes, I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day, man. I work forty-hour weeks and try my best to pay my 300-dollar-a-month rent ( it’s a shared apartment ) and school fees, but it’s not enough. I owe Carleton University well over a thousand dollars, and I doubt they’ll give me till May to pay it. We’re on the last day of January 2013 as I type this here tale. It’s an unusually warm day in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m just a guy trying to get by. The name is Stephen...

Dancing Children

Maran woke up to a strange wind that gusted through the house followed by a loud thud. She was awake, moreso than the rest of her family hopefully. In the chill of the night, it was possible there was a draft, but the old style of the Edenton was durable to stand the cold of winter. It could’ve been an opened door or window from downstairs, in which case the proper action to take would be to call the police and report a break-in. It would’ve been logical, but that wouldn’t happen. She didn’t...

Coffee Nips Anonymous

BOOK ONE – Addiction ‘Newton?’ I asked my roommate in a puzzled voice. ‘Did you take a bath this morning?’ ‘Why Animal,’ answered the bespectacled wolverine, with his usual smugness, ‘is one missing?’ ‘As a matter of fact yes!’ Approaching the door, he peered into the bathroom to confirm my statement. Not only was the bathtub missing but also the sink, toilet and most of the far wall. ‘Now don’t look at me!’ said Newton. I looked at him anyway. I was about to ask a rhetorical and...

Calm Before The Storm Ch 01

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...

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