It was starting to get dark and children were already going door to door for trick or treat. Susan walked by a group of small kids dressed as ghost, pirates and monsters. She was on her way to see her best friend Amber and see if she wanted to go to the movies with her. Susan thought how much she liked this time of year in New England. The falling leaves wer...
Please comment. I like comments, even constructive negative ones. ***** My name is Flower, actually Flower of peace. What can I say, Hippy parents. I went out with Judy, my 'friend with privileges'. We tried living together but it didn't work, but we're still very close friends. We met up with Tod, another of Judy's fuck buddies. He introduces the cute l...
It was a cool, sunny day - the temperature being comfortable enough to turn off the air conditioning and let the quiet summer breezes flow through the windows and meander about the house. Susan had the house to herself and she moved about it as if to reclaim it for her own. The kids were off with friends at the lake and Tony was golfing. At last - no one ask...
Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome. ***** On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front de...
Craig's POV At the time, it seemed like a good idea. My name is Craig and I was 27 and Sherry was 26 and she was a stay-at-home wife. My wife Sherry is a knockout. She has a baby face, a great body and oh so good in bed. But, in spite of all that, I thought we should "spice it up." One night, it was a Tuesday; I suggested to Sherry that we visit a bondage c...
"Simone! Please stop daydreaming! Have you heard a word I said?" Lady Hawley spoke testily to her daughter, who was gazing dreamily out the window of the carriage. Simone thanked her lucky stars that mind reading was not one of her mother's gifts. "Sorry Maman, I drifted off for a moment. You were discussing my French grammar were you not?" "No dear, tha...
Standing in the shower, Missy heard the phone ring. On the third ring, it stopped. "Hmmm... must have been a wrong number." she thought. Turning the shower off, she stepped out onto the fuzzy rug and began to dry off. Another ring and she bolted out of the bathroom, running down the hall, just getting to the phone on the table at the end of the hallway....
Authors note: Thank you all for the feedback it is very much appreciated. This story is dedicated to the woman of my dreams. Thank you to Slavegirl 70 for taking the time to edit and give feedback. ***** In my dream she asked no questions, she just commanded. In my dream I obeyed completely and without hesitation. In my dream we were in love, the kind...
* * * Maddie and Marcus * * * So it's true what they say; being single brings you closer to your friends. It's a Tuesday lunchtime in May, two months after Matt and Lucy's wedding. I'm queueing in a sandwich bar on Clerkenwell Road, feeling at a low ebb. My phone rings. It's my friend Olivia: "Hey Sophie!" "Hey." "So I heard you split up with Don. How a...
Annabelle's cotton sheets have ducks on them. They're not made of as nice of a material as the satin I'm laying on now, but the ducks are so cute and so her. I can imagine Annabelle's face when she'd determined that I stood her up on New Year's Eve. I feel so horrible and so cold. We met three weeks ago. Annabelle kept glancing over at me in the coffee hous...