Chapter 18 – Alma Mater The week dragged somewhat, waiting for instructions on what was to occur on Saturday. I moved through the days in a foggy haze, waiting for the details. Finally on Thursday morning I got an email from Penny which indicated that I should be at Nikki's parent's house at noon on Saturday ready to move her back to school. Penny also stre...
Disclaimers and what-not: This story came about after a huge snow storm blew across the area in the last couple of weeks. A co-worker of mine shared her unpleasant adventure of driving home in the storm, and well that just got me thinking. It wasn't long before the ideas were flying and my fingers were typing the words you will soon read. It's just a short s...
Miriam Collier never went to work without the secure softness of a treasured scarf around her neck. The one she wore today was one of her favorites; a long silken creation which was hand painted in a wash of delicate blues and greens by none other than her dearest friend and fellow English teacher, Alice Stark. Miriam is an older woman; she turned 45 just a...
I dedicate this story to... who will know it as this is his story in his words. Thank you. * * * * * I am a photographer and live alone. I have had my share of sexual encounters but one that stands out happened to me sometime back. Stella is about 23 years old and works at a local coffee shop. I have been going to that same shop daily for almost three year...
Jamie sat in her room getting ready for Amy’s 18th birthday party at Sara’s house. Sara was the oldest girl in the group only a week shy of her 19th birthday and had offered to host the party at her house. She didn’t have to work tonight and was looking forward to an evening with her four best friends. She knew Sara’s parents would be going to bed early and...
The 2nd part of our continuing Saga of Rebecca and Alexandra, this is a very long story and there will be at least one more part. A long(ish) part ;) Enjoy part two of Hidden Feelings. ---------------------------------------------- Part Two "Memories Resurfaced" ---------------------------------------------- I won't cry. I really won't. I like to think...
When you don't have much to show-off, you don't worry much about showing it. At least, I never did. For example, I seldom wear a bra, even if it embarrasses my girlfriends when my nipples are on display through a tight t-shirt. Big deal, who cares? In those final weeks of summer, before classes started again, the campus felt as empty as a post-apocalyptic m...
I was on my way home from work. I'd stopped to do a bit of Christmas shopping along the way and it was a cold night. I'd managed a book, moderately well suited for my sister, another for myself and a toy tank for my nephew. No one would be home for another couple hours and so I popped into a pub just off the square. The heat blasted me like a desert wind as...
Once a month we met at the bank after hours, counting money and reconciling it to different accounts before Rachael laundered it for me. But a month ago we weren't lovers, like we had quickly become over the last few weeks despite any rules we had tried to set to this torrid thing growing between us. I was running late and we had a huge pile of cash to mo...
Miranda was suspended like a piece of fruit in figurative jello, seeing something she couldn't believe, and feeling the whole world around her melt into slow motion. Perspiration beaded against her forehead, and her nipples tightened with fear as the low bass of her pulse throbbed wildly in her clit. Standing jello-glued in the doorway, she was too far away...