Angela spent far too much of her time watching what was going on in the cul-de-sac for her own good, at least that's what her husband Lionel always said. She couldn't help herself though, her own marriage was a sham and her life otherwise had little to interest her so she spent most of the day and a great deal of the night watching her neighbours. It had bec...
It was a hot summer afternoon and I was out in the garden sunbathing, I was wearing a green bikini, it barely covered anything but my garden is almost secluded my next door neighbor is the only one who can overlook it. However my neighbors Kurt and Courtney were on holiday so it was only their eighteen year old daughter Bethany staying. Courtney had asked...
OK, let's see how this goes. I hope you enjoy it. Briana sees her hot neighbour, who's also her boss, sunbathing nude. She masturbates and imagines making love to the woman twenty years her senior. Briana reveals to the woman that she saw her naked in the garden, which leads to an invitation ... Please, as usual, forgive any errors in the text. Send feedbac...
STEPPING INTO THE LIFEBOAT Louise has been friends with Sigrid for about six months and in that time she has become attracted to the openly gay woman. After a trip to Sydney, Louise discovers that her late sister Cathy and Sigrid both had mutual friends in common even though they never met. That night they make out but are forced to stop when their boss ca...
Emilie and Marie had barely had to wait in the cooling Parisian air, before their taxi arrived. Informing the driver of their desired destination with aristocratic aloofness, Emilie slid into the back seat, her fingers still entwined with Marie's. As the taxi pulled away from the scene of their outdoor indulgences, Emilie and Marie huddled close together on...
Two neighbours fall in love but each remains hesitant to pursue the other, however when the sparks begin to fly nothing will contain their passions. This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event...
Back in my room that morning, I reflected on the night's events. How easily I had succumbed to Steff's advances. How foolish I had been to imagine that power rested in our formal positions. As a College Fellow and a tutor, and as an older woman, I had assumed that power rested with me - the swiftness with which that idea had been shattered was part of what h...
Chapter 13: A Picture is Worth... ***** The morning air rippled, light and cool after the rain, through Grady's bedroom window. The sun was soft, pastel yellow, promising a gentler day after the chaotic electrical storm that had raged the previous night. Grady slept sprawled out on his stomach, blankets pulled up to ward off the chill. His black hair w...
(Intro) I'll keep this brief... My absolute favourite writer is Steven King for not only his style and use of language, but also because he writes under 2 rules. One being that he has no idea where his story is going or where it will end up and the other is that he is highly detailed... Of course I know that I am NOT and probably never will be a "Steven Kin...
"Hi Jackie will you be teaching your class at the gym this evening?" I paused and looked around to see the speaker. It was Ronald Mills my neighbour who had only recently moved into my apartment building. He had only been living in the building for two weeks but we manage to run into each other several time a day. "I am sorry Ronald but we won't be having...