My thoughts were all over the place. I lay there in bed, thinking about the previous night's events. Not my own bed. My best friend's bed. With my best friend laying beside me. Naked. Oof. Big night. She was still asleep, snoring softly, her hair mussed from sleep and a night of sensual ravishing. By me. I laid back against my pillow, staring at the ceilin...
CHAPTER THREE (Saturday, 20th April 2002) Rita joined Heather on the ancient leather settee. They sat with their arms around each other while Alex took his phone call. Not that he got to say a lot beyond "hello". Heather could hear his sister's voice jabbering away at the other end, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Half-hearing gibberish was, it...
One brisk spring afternoon Darcie was anticipating the arrival of her friend Heather. The two had planned an afternoon of trying out her grandmother's fudge recipe and watching some sexy movies. After a few hours had passed while Darcie washed her dishes and did a load of her intimates in the wash, she heard the ding-donging of the door bell. Expecting onl...
A few weeks had passed since my encounter with Alison. I had gotten stuck into my busy, often exhausting schedule at work which left me with very little time to do much else but sleep and decorate. The graveyard shifts - 12 hour shifts starting early evening and ending early morning the following day - were commonplace among the new Seniour House Officers. I...
Campus was deserted for spring break, most students choosing to go home rather than hang around. That meant a lot of dark windows in the women’s accommodation block, all except for one, where bright lights flashed on and off, followed by the occasional laugh. Inside three young women, Mel and Jessie both 20, and there cross-hall friend Amy, 19, were all en...
Robert and I acted as though nothing had happened, though we both knew it had. I felt immensely guilty about what I’d done, but felt overwhelmed by my body. I was uncertain why Robert acted as he did, though I was to find out later. I was the same Jesse, 23, cute, full of life, with a great body, blonde hair and 36C boobs. Several weeks went by, and inside...
Authors Note: Dear readers. I began this chapter last year and due to one thing and another, I have only just got around to finishing it off. So, to recap, in Ghost Writer chapter 3, our two main characters Janneke and Kachina, in an effort to complete their mission for Odin, fell into a gap between worlds, tumbling through time and space. We know that they...
Janice Zwink stood in front of the mirror above the bathroom sink in the inexpensive motel room she was staying in, naked and still moist from the shower she had taken. She winced when she looked up while taking off her shower cap and saw the tiny patches of peach fuzz under her arms, the product of a week or so of neglect, and she reflexively looked around...
3. Next morning found Tamara standing in front of Mr Fria's door. She had never spoken to the man before, but he seemed like an approachable, friendly man. She remembered Ms Argent's words from the previous day. The director was in her hands, she could ruin her reputation. All she needed to do was to knock on the door go in and tell Mr Fria what had happe...
The moment I saw Jenna Swallow walk by me and take a seat at a table on the other side of the bar, my past hit me like a punch to the gut. Even though I regained an iota of control of my senses, my pulse continued to quicken. My breaths remained shallow. I took a big gulp of beer to try to compensate, cringing at how painful it was to swallow. She looked j...