I think that pretty well everyone in the office was shocked when our boss called us together for a meeting -- he looked so serious, which could only mean trouble. Silently we shuffled into the Board Room and stood in a respective semicircle around his desk. Tom held up his hands -- palms towards us -- hardly a sign that he was going to sack us all and a co...
Chapter 17: When All Else Fails... © Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006 "Apologies for the delay to this chapter. My internet connection and my husband have both been sick and it's taken me a little while to get around to posting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the penultimate chapter of Rayne's French adventure." The usual terms apply. Copyright belongs to Sadie Rose...
"Tonight's the night," Rob quietly sang the title of the old Rod Stewart song as we watched our friends prepare to leave, making me giggle. Nick had already sent me a text to tell me he'd re-configured our temporary rehearsal space to re-create our on-stage set-up as best he could; he'd been delayed in doing so due to our extended music-making the night bef...
I could feel Shep's eyes on me as he watched me strip down to my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled back the blankets and crawled into bed. Shep stripped down to his boxers. He paused for a second and stripped them off and tossed them into the basket. I couldn't help but sneak a quick look at his dick, laying soft between his thighs, the foreskin completely co...
This story occurs back in the late 60s when hitchhiking was much more common. The first part of this story is mostly true up to and including the first blowjob. The rest is pure fiction. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * My name's John - not particularly original I know, but that's what my parents named me. I had just finished my sophomore year at Rice Unive...
-- Thank you to everyone for your feedback and encouragement. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. The first part of the story is told from Rory's POV -- I turned at the sound of voices outside. Lights, oddly chequered and orange-tinged, were now flickering through the blinds, as well. I was confused and rolled over in my bed. From what I could tel...
[Dedicated in the centenary year of her birth, to the memory of Barbara Pym (1913-1980), the greatest English woman novelist since Jane Austen. Forget Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot and Virginia Woolf. There is not a lot of sex in this installment, but I hope that you will read and enjoy it as a story rather than as wank literature.] Chapter XXII Dom: Chri...
Chapter 1 I could not believe it; my application for an apprenticeship had been granted. I was to start next week at the oil refinery. OK, sheet metal work was not the most romantic of professions but at least it paid well for an apprentice and that was all that mattered to me. I could learn a trade and get paid well for it in the process. I had just turne...
1. John woke up, his mind flooded with mad desires and lust—still influenced by the wet dream that had spoiled his boxers. He took a long, cold shower while coffee brewed. However, the plentiful stream of hot water failed to wash away the strong, bizarre sensations that had tortured his mind for months. He poured himself a steaming cup of coffee and lit a...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Warning: There are elements of non-consensual sex. The story takes place in Dixon County, South Carolina. Please, don't try to look it up you'll be disappointed, it doesn't exist. If you are desperate, there are enough clues in the story to figure out which county I'm patterning it after. Any similarities with...