Carrie picked irritably at a small piece of lint on her pristinely starched uniform. She would have preferred to wear civilian clothes but she knew the uniform was expected of her and Jonathon ‘Jonno’ Clark had deserved her respect.
She sat dry eyed and numb throughout the service, as the vicar droned on about the terrible waste of human life, the selfless sacrifice to protect human rights and finishing up with the predictable blurb about him now being in a better place.
The vicar
Some people say, that the reality never lives up to the fantasy. Usually that it true, but sometimes reality can go places you never dreamed could happen.
I was back to my home state. After my tour of duty on the East coast. Was in the best shape of my life. Confident and sure of myself, like no time before or since. My girlfriend Susan, and I had rekindled our relationship over the phone during the previous month.
When I actually got back. I realized that had been a mistake. We were so
Jason Walters, 178 pound high school senior and wrestling phenom finished showering and changing and grabbed his gear to head to the parking lot and go home. As he passed the wrestling practice room, he noticed the light was still on and the door was open a crack, so he pushed it open to see his coach bare-che
God, how did she ever end up in this dump!
She had hitched a traveler from the planet Armides hoping to make the Warness Cluster, but due to slight miscalculation on her part, she had ended up here in some godforsaken mining asteroid at the arse end of nowhere, with a month to kill before she could get off planet. She was low on credits, but if she was careful she had just enough to see her through. Though she might be forced to get a job, heaven forbid!
Trailing her gravbag behind her, she
This short story is a follow on from Krissy’s Holiday in the Far East, so read that first if you want the full picture. It is always intriguing what happens after a brief fling, though we so rarely get to find out. I thought a juicy follow up was well deserved.
A couple of months after Krissy’s return from Bangkok, a letter arrived for her. This was a rarity nowadays, so much correspondence taking place on e-mail rather than on paper. This was a flashback to the old days, a lovely
I received this story a few years ago and felt that it should be posted on lit. It always arroused me…
I remember my mom’s friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an eleven year old seeing them partially nude.
Some days I would sit and watch as they massaged each other
I had served six years on a 10 years sentence for possession and weapons charges without any complications or problems. Looking forward to my trip in front of the Parole board soon only for them to tell me once again that I will not be released. I’m not mad it’s just a part of life. My temper and my “I don’t give a fuck” attitude got me where I am right now.
Sorry let me introduce my self. My name is Kevin Terrell, KT to everyone but my mother, grandmother and the
“The doctor’s ready to see you now, sir,” the receptionist said, waving him through to the doctor’s office. It was like any other doctor’s surgery – magazines in the waiting room, a clean, professional doctor’s office with an examination table in the centre. The difference being that Dr. Litt only attended to a very specific clientele.
Timothy stood, thanking the receptionist with a quick grin. Timothy was a charming boy – at twenty-two, this was
“What’s the matter? Can’t you find the hole?” Sarah teased Ben from the office across the hall. He wadded up a piece of paper and made another attempt at her wastepaper basket. It was short again by about a foot. It was nearly noon and Ben was enjoying watching his pretty, brunette co-worker tidy up her office before going to lunch.
Sarah bent over to access the lowest drawer in her file cabinet and Ben slowly crushed another piece of paper, watching the stretchy fabric
Glen Potter was about to have a day that would rock his world. Something was about to happen that was so sudden, so unlikely and unexpected that even when he got home that night, he still couldn’t quite get his head around it.
He had started a window cleaning round when he lost his job with a firm of builders for ‘borrowing’ a couple of bags of cement.
He didn’t really mind, as a single man of twenty-four with few responsibilities it just meant he was now his own boss in
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