Best Ass Short Story

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."

“Great, how about I pick you up at seven tonight or is that too soon?” He asked and liked his lips.

Lines of worry appear all over his face. “I should know you,” he whispers back. “I should know who you are. I…My arm was around you when I woke up. I remember you smiling,

“Umm ok,” she says with a confused face. My hands are shaking and sweet is slowly dripping down my head. I have never felt so awkward in my life. We walk through town just talking about school and other boring topics until I decide to cut the small talk and stop about 50 metres away from Jack Loniel’s house.

Hands on his shoulders, my eyes meet brown, and I swear it’s as if Beau looks right into my soul, seeing the truth I hide there. How I love the tick in his jaw when he is serious. How I love the intensity of his dark eyes, even the slow burn of his unshaved jaw as rubs against my

“I don’t’ live under a rock. Are you going to have time to stop by?”

Memories of his hand pressed against my cheek last night, move through my mind, making my cheeks warm. I’m about to look away, but his eyes catch mine and it’s too late.

Fifth Graders at Squadron Line all believe that our desks are hideous. They think this because the latches are broken, there is a giant safety threat, and the sizes are a huge problem. Our desks really are horrible.

“Are you kidding me? I just broke up with my girlfriend of forever. How do you think I’m doing? Why do you think I wanted to come out tonight? Definitely not to talk about by feelings, that’s for sure! That’s what my therapist is for.” I snap and he holds up his hands in defense.

The deeper we go, the louder it gets, the Black Market alive, even at three o'clock in the afternoon when people should be at work. It is a Monday, after all.

I lean over, untying my boots as she rustles through the bag. “It better not be another rat. As I’ve said time and time before, the rats on the streets are not pets…” I cut short as a bright green thing is waved in my face. My jaw goes slack as my gray eyes are glued to the thing. “Is that…um, is that a…an…”

“ Mari, your english teacher just emailed me and said your grade is raised to a B!” my mom said excitedly.

He has always hated smudge-prone surfaces like this. The elevator sensor pad is covered with marks and fingerprints. He does not want to think about the people who came before. They don’t matter to him.

The embers in the fire-pit glowed in Asmund's deep, brown eyes. He stared into the flames as a calm aura washed across him; he knew they were coming. Yet the seasoned warrior's heart knew no fear, only honour. Either victory or Valhalla awaited him and both promised glory.