A mistress is better than a master. It was Christmas 1898 and Anna was fed up. Fed up because it was cold and miserable,fed up because she was alone, and fed up because her mother had arranged for Thomas to visit that evening. Thomas was, to Anna's mother, the ideal husband; 30 years old, from good stock, already a man of land and property and certain to i...
Here we are, late September in Tennessee. The tree are wearing the colors of fall and the autumn chill has found it's way down from the mountains. The State Fair was underway in Nashville when the following story took place. I was meeting Carmen, whom I introduced to readers in an earlier story. We met about three months ago, now. The fair is a good three ho...
AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader I got better as I went along, so do yourself a favor...
I always smile whenever I see Dolores Chavez, knowing the illicit behavior she has coaxed from others. For many years, she was the "Queen" of our school district, and in her role as President of the Parent-Teacher Association, she loved having sex with women. Were these naughty habits common knowledge? Not at all. To most people in the school district, Dolo...
The thought of you running your hands over my naked body in the dark excites me so that I can’t sleep. I rise hurriedly, light a fag, make coffee with the lights off. You have joined me as my life enters the dynamic phase. You’ve caught me in transition from old to young, fixed to unfixed. You’ve come in when I’ve been putting my house in order; cleaning ou...
Anja was true to her word. I spent my morning in windy Christchurch wandering by the river and taking photos; I wasn't a long-term visitor like most of the people in my hostel, so I didn't have a job. I went out for lunch at some little sandwich place and when I got back to the hostel it was nearly three in the afternoon. There were maybe thirty people livin...
Copyright © 2002 This is an original work and as such is protected under the copyright laws of the United States. Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission Both of them thrived on the opportunities that their first kiss represented. As much as they both wanted to rush each other and cra...
I could visualise the crumpled bed sheets showing signs of the previous client; screwed up tissues and discarded condom wrappers lying on the floor. I ran my fingers over the satin sheets, imagining the raw sexual emotions that had come together, within. Smoke, from the numerous cigarette butts in the ashtray, still hung in the air and hidden behind it, ther...
P1-First Girl When our lips touched, it was pure sugar. I had only ever kissed men - hungry men with hard lips. Kathryn's lips were soft. Supple. Suckable. Her tongue darted into my mouth, delighting me with its pliant, and then rigid, explorations. It was so new, such a different sensation, to be kissed by a girl. I felt almost like I was drinking rich and...
"Leave your apartment key under the doormat before you leave for work in the morning," Sierra instructed. "Why?" Isabelle questioned. "I do believe I gave you your instructions. Are you really questioning me?" Sierra barked. Realizing her mistake, Isabelle apologized, "No, my lady. I'm so sorry. My key will be under the doormat as instructed. Is there any...