There was a time where I didn't think I would ever be held again, never to feel the touch of a woman's hands on me, never to feel her lips on mine. It has been a year now since Sheryl died and the pain wasn't any less since that awful day. The memories tore at my soul and I closed my eyes again fighting off the daylight streaming in my window. It was time to...
Carrie picked irritably at a small piece of lint on her pristinely starched uniform. She would have preferred to wear civilian clothes but she knew the uniform was expected of her and Jonathon 'Jonno' Clark had deserved her respect. She sat dry eyed and numb throughout the service, as the vicar droned on about the terrible waste of human life, the selfless...
This is my submission for the Valentine's Day 2019 contest. A great big thank you to Selene for her encouragement and for offering to beta-read this story for me, as well as for having been so kind and thoughtful in her correspondence about my earlier work. To each and every reader who has reached out to me or may do so in the future, I am deeply grateful....
Come Aboard Sandy stretched out on the deck of her shipshape lobster scow, "Spanking Jenny." The sun was good, not too hot this early in the season, but still warm enough to invite her to relax. Josh and Hank would razz her if they caught her in this bikini. They almost never saw her in anything but waders and a tattered yellow sou'wester. Rusty blond hair...
My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school. I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee lengt...
I was looking forward to having Susan stay with me as we waited for the outcome of her divorce proceedings...and I was also looking forward to having Susan dressed in her new uniform, the one I'd have her wearing at home when I wanted her looking sexy, slutty and submissive. I will admit though, this woman and her wonderful attitude towards playing this lit...
(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...
Chapter One -- The Ride After working a bit later than usual on a Friday evening, I decided to take an Uber home instead of walking over to the light rail. Darkness has already settled in for the evening, and given the fact a cold rain is pouring down outside, a warm ride home seems like a simple reward for a long week's work. Moments after thumbing in my r...
Long ago... Julie Welsh stared out the window of her second floor dorm room impatiently wondering if she should brave the late afternoon deluge of rain to search for her missing textbook. She leaned her head against the window frame and silently cursed herself for being so careless earlier. They say that you should never judge a book by its cover. It's not...
This is the third piece in the Jody and Ellie love story. To see how it all began read Slow Burn followed by Stolen Moments. Please favorite and drop a comment. ***** I watched as the rain ran down my office window, relieved it wasn't snow. Spring was edging closer every day. Winter had been long and cold and snowy. I let out a deep sigh as I continued s...