K. Nitsua. Copyright 2010 by the author. Once more this is a story that takes as its starting point a true reminiscence found on the Net, and borrows situations and occasional turns of phrase from its source. I therefore must acknowledge and thank the original, anonymous author. Ken Greg Combs recognized his old college roommate the second he walked into t...
I have been a very lucky man: my parents could afford to send me through college and school-work came easy for me; fresh out of college I landed a prestigious and lucrative position in a major law office; when my father passed-away I inherited the family business; with little effort I built the business up to the point where a competitor bought me out and I...
Adrien, having chosen to stay with Theo, relaxed further as they sat with their drinks. "Could you go for a few nibbles? Cheese, grapes, crackers type thing or would you prefer more of a tapas selection?" "Tapas has its place when you're sat outside a café or bar in parts foreign watching the world go by but otherwise I'm definitely in the cheese camp."...
As sunlight beamed down onto the community pool, the water sparkled like tiny diamonds. Children laughed and played among one another while parents watched close by, either chatting in groups, or lounging on the poolside chairs. The concrete along the edge of the pool was littered with wet paw and hoof prints, evidence of people moving back and forth from sw...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
When I first met Mark I was totally unaware that his wife, Eileen, worked at the college with my wife, Susan. It was not until a few weeks later when we all came together at a faculty party. I am Tony, age 25, and Susan is 39. We first met in college when I was 18 and she was 32. I was a horny teenage accounting major and she was in her first year at the col...
"It isn't over until it's over, fucker." Chris bumped my shoulder as he passed me, almost dumping me in the pool at the Natatorium. I'd say his expression was a mix of disappointment, determination, and more than a bit of a sneer. I said nothing, and I didn't respond to the aggression. I'm not sure I would have felt or reacted differently if I'd been just be...
Allen came to the window of his Maple Street bungalow and looked out at the driveway at the unmistakable sound of the purring of an expensive sports car. He had arrived in time to see Jack unfold his elegant six-foot-four frame out of the red Porsche Carrera convertible and run his hand through a thick mane of auburn hair with frosted highlights. The man was...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2007/8 CHAPTER FIVE – NOWHERE TO RUN TO "Here we are on chapter 5 already! We decided this week that our characters were pretty exhausted from all the sexual shenanigans so we've given them a little rest as this story is supposed to have a plot as well as lots of hot boysex! There is some slightly grat...
Two hours after the school board hired me, I sat with my new principal in his office. "Jeremy, I'm glad you decided to call me. I just wish you'd done it sooner so we could talk." "It's like I said, no point in bothering you until I completed the courses I needed to teach in Georgia. I still don't understand why I had to take those extra classes if I didn'...