Mist gathers around the house on an otherwise clear and starlit night. It moves from window to window until it finds the one it seeks, then flows in. swirling at the foot of the bed, it grows slowly solid. Finally I stand there, smiling down at you. "I'm a heavy sleeper," you said. I step closer to test that, drawing back the covers. You shift as the cool ai...
Cockermouth Drive is an unremarkable street, situated in a leafy suburb of middle England. Although no longer the home of impeccably stripped garden lawns, tea mornings with the parish council and staunch English values, the street has remained a quiet, consistent hamlet where nothing unusual went on, or at least nothing that wasn't brought to every resident...
I'm happy to be single tonight, I smiled to myself as I listened to some rap music on YouTube. There I sat, typing away on Microsoft Word at a computer terminal inside the Carleton University library's second floor. It's almost six in the afternoon, and the library is busy as ever. Just another cold day in Ottawa, Ontario. From time to time, I glanced at my...
Even through the tinted windows of the bus station the glare of the sun caused a great deal of irritation. Esmeralda shielded her eyes with one of those free neighbourhood news handouts as she waited about for the line that would take her back by 9AM to her Tía Gladís´s house. Even with the irritating early morning sun, her thoughts were still drawn inevitab...
I've always fancied her. Ever since I first laid eyes on her. My name is Adelmira Ahmed. A young woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. I attend the University of Calgary, where I major in Criminal Law. Most people looking at me see a six-foot-tall, curvy and conservatively dressed young woman of Middle-Eastern des...
I'm losing her. My hands are clammy and I wipe them on my shirt tails. I should be standing up, but I have no presentation and try to gesticulate meaningfully. Nervously, I've started my pitch in a voice too high, and instead of clearing my throat and starting over, I continue chirping through my rehearsed lines. She's no longer with me, scrolling on her ta...
(If you have never 'tribbed', you have absolutely no idea what you are missing. For those of you who have..........enjoy) "What are you doing tomorrow?" Kelli asked. "Nothing planned," I replied. "Want to lay out and get a tan before we go to Vegas?" "Sounds like a good idea. Come on out and I'll fix us lunch." "See you tomorrow." I had a suspicion she...
Half frightened, half embarrassed, I rapidly extricate by lubed companion from my anus, attempting to conceal it along with Jane's panties behind my back as I jump to my feet and turn toward the door. As quickly as it opened, the door slammed closed again. My eyes rise from the floor, following the soft flowing form of my roommate's body, until my eyes meet...
Chapter 2 : Home Authors note: Thank everyone who responded so graciously and enthusiastically to the first part of the story. Upon re-reading it I discovered that I had left out a great number of details and characterization, with great editorial effort, and I might add, restraint...I tried my best to remedy that in part 2 I hope the heat of the story isn'...
Ever since moving into her brand new Docklands apartment Shanie had been wondering about her next door neighbour. Each evening, when she arrived home exhausted from her new job in the City, Shanie tended to head straight for a perfectly chilled glass of Chardonnay as she curled up on the settee in front the usual rubbish on the TV to help her to unwind. Sh...