I quickly found that my mother's "special services" operation paled in the face of what Mrs. Childress was capable of. I wasn't the only one on her staff giving extra attention for extra cash at the Swannanoa Boarding House. In addition to me for the men guests so inclined, she had two serving girls, Sadie and Clare, who did the same for the men who paid for...
[No sex in this short instalment, but please keep reading. There will be plenty in Pt 07.] Chapter Thirty-three: Ben's engagement One morning late in August, Tom and Ben were running in the Parco Emilio Guzzone, when Ben suddenly announced, "Last night I asked Leonora to marry me, and she said yes!" Tom was taken by surprise. He stopped abruptly and Ben, w...
Chapter 2: Gift Baskets Eclipse was so happy today, even considering the fact that some dark magicians had shown up on the grounds. Yes, the headmistress was having a babe and getting married to a babe... damn, why hadn't he gotten to Vaccari first. The man just had an ass that wouldn't quit.... But Eclipse had always had an eye for such things, but never...
Hi guys! Welcome to my first story here! I hope ya'll enjoy, and please feel free to leave any comments down below. No sex in this chapter, sorry about that! I promise it'll get hotter the longer the story goes on! ***** Gabriel Another morning sunrise stretched out my window. Logans bear paw was wrapped firmly around my middle, strangling my non existent...
A week after Labor Day I went to the university to register for fall classes. The hall where registration took place was crowded and noisy with students running around asking silly questions; not knowing where they should be. It was pure chaos. In other words, everything was normal. It took me three hours but I managed to get the classes I wanted. Before...
Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small...
I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth—passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion na...
"Ahhh, Professor Caldwell. That poetry. It's so moving. I had no idea—" "Hush, Lawrence. Live the moment. How does this make you feel?" "It's like nothing I've felt before. But should we . . . should you . . .? I've never—" "No words now, Lawrence. We let the Romantic writers speak our words for us. They do it so well. This poem from Keats. Did it not mak...
This story is based on true facts which were related in a BBC2 TV documentary though I have elaborated on these for my story. * "Holy One," whispers the voice, low and deferential from out of the darkness. Dreaming. The Goddess Nut, gigantic face, features spread over the sky, eyes the size of galaxies, expressionless, open mouth, waiting patiently, teeth...
When I was in my 20s, I worked as a figure drawing model for art classes and private groups. I am now writing about these experiences. My wife and I were both graduate students. We lived in a very affluent university town. To make extra money, I worked as a nude model. One day at a private drawing group, after I had finished my last pose, a new man in th...