It had been a lousy day for Dorothy Lynch, the middle aged physical education teacher at the local high school. It was the first day of summer recess, and while most teachers and students waited for that day to come all school year, for Dot Lynch it was a day without structure. The gym teacher needed the interaction with young women, and the desire to make t...
A few days later Beth was telling Anne about her wonderful days off. Instead of complaining about Martin being away, as she was wont to do, Beth spoke gloriously of being alone and of the terrific date she had enjoyed that night. Anne was intrigued that a woman could give herself so much pleasure, and for such a long time. "Three and a half hours of fucking...
The cruise ship lay anchored a couple miles off the coast of Belize. The azure waters of the Caribbean gently rocked the powerboats pulled alongside the cruise ship, waiting for the passengers to disembark for a day of snorkeling and sunbathing on the beach in San Pedro. In groups of twenty, passengers boarded the smaller craft clutching their bags stuffed...
PART I Holiday Lovers Chapter 1 What was it (about her) that kept drawing my eyes to her? The shuttle bus had ten men and women. The ride was a good twenty minutes to the hotel. A few passengers were in conversation, the driver, earbuds in place, was swaying to a beat we couldn't hear. I managed several more glimpses of this intriguing lady who appeared to...
For 51 year old Kelly Flynn, owner and operator of The Village Inn, a rather rundown dive bar in the sleepy town of Newport in central New York, March 20th was just another day. Because Spring had not yet come she would only get the locals, and so soon after many of them had tied one too many on for St. Patrick's Day, the bar would likely be quiet. For Deni...
This is a work of fiction. All the characters are products of my imagination. Descriptions of settings that might resemble a real location are purely coincidental. As an aside here......I stumbled across a model while surfing not to long after I wrote the first part of this series. This girl kind of struck me because she seemed to be the embodiment of my ma...
Part 1 The southern Louisiana heat was searing as Cindy stepped into the airport gangway. She had heard stories of the heat and humidity, now she was knowing it. She remembered asking her boss "why there?", her answer was a shrug of the shoulders. The taxi ride was fast, but cool. The interstate yielded to busy downtown streets and modern offices soon gave...
Research That night, after a long day spent thinking things over, Janice lay leisurely atop her large, still-made bed wearing nothing but a short, cream coloured, silk nightgown. Her knees drawn up and parted, the fingers of her right hand gently stroking her pussy, her thoughts not concerned with Courtney's unexpected departure with a sadness as she may ha...
The salmon croquettes were all seated on their individual beds of lettuce, a Warhol-esque display of edible repetition. Ryan had lost count, and was starting over, ensuring accuracy before they went out into the dining area. She nodded to the servers, "Take it." Ryan surveyed the domestic kitchen--it surpassed any restaurant kitchen she'd ever worked in. S...
Firstly, many thanks to Hal1 and Todger65 for their editing skills and time taken to educate the author, correct and polish the story for all to enjoy. Introduction: Breaking the Drought is a completely fictional story based in the wide-open spaces of Western Queensland in Australia. The cattle stations are measured in square kilometers with many stations e...