Abby did not return to the bar that night. She had a fitful sleep, eventually dropping off into an exhausted doze about five o' clock. She was awakened by a urgent knocking on the door just gone eight thirty, Wrapping her robe about her Abby opened the door, it was Mary, who was very concerned that Abby had not appeared for her breakfast earlier. "How are yo...
I stared blankly at the door to Room 225, at my door. For about half a minute I thought about walking away and getting something to eat. I would come back when reality decided to play fair. But a growing irritation was building in me and I decided it was time to get some answers. I banged on the door with my fist. I only did this a few times, before I reali...
"Does Abby let you take her picture?" Kelsey was sprawled on her bed, face down. Richie was in close, clicking away at his camera's shutter, capturing close-ups, artistic nudes he was hoping to use for his photography class at school. "You mean...like this?" he asked. "No." "Have you asked her?" "No." Richie was working an angle he liked, a nearly abstr...
When Abby returned to her room, the first thing she did was to go through the wardrobe, looking for a suitable dress for tonight. Nothing too formal, this wasn't a Cocktail Bar, but nothing too casual. As she was doing this Mary knocked and came in when Abby called. "I wondered if you would like to have a bath." Abby jumped at the chance. "Oh yes, Mary,...
In the last six years (and in the past three years in particular), I have enjoyed some incredible sexual experiences with a fair number of amazing women. Of those women, I would say three of them have had a special, inexplicable grip on me: Jessie, Michelle and Abby. My adventures with Jessie are well-documented (though I have, admittedly, left out some of t...
It was past four o'clock in the afternoon as the bright sun shone through my office window on this warm summer day, beckoning me to free myself from the shackles of another long day at the office. Things had been winding down for the past couple hours, and the last person beside myself had just left for the afternoon. It was only Monday, but I had endured th...
The doorbell rang, and Abby jumped to answer it. "That must be Deni!" It was. Abby wrapped her in a huge, soft hug before she could put her bags down. Deni is on the tall side, an inch or two more than me even without heels, and Abby is definitely petite. That meant that Abby's hug put her face just about at Deni's breasts. I envied her that position. "Com...
Abby and James left at nine-thirty that Sunday morning, Abby without thinking getting into the passenger seat so that James could drive. He took the road through Paverton and across the moor to Wheddon Cross and then down to Bishops Lydeard and Taunton. Abby was puzzled. "Why did you come this way?" "There is a lot less traffic on this road. It's a bit long...
The road was the typical bendy twisty thing you got on the west coast of Vancouver island, especially when it only led to a couple of isolated beach houses. A generous client had offered the place for a weekend away with my wife Abby and it was hard to say who was the more excited; me for the outside kitchen with a wood burning grill or Abby for the private...
When Mavis and Sam came into the Combe that Saturday night, Mavis immediately looked around for Abby. She looked enquiringly at Mary, who had a very smug look. "Abby?" she asked Mary. "Gone up to the House." "Will she be back a bit later?" "Don't think so," replied Mary, "had an overnight case with her." "Oh!" In that exclamation, Mavis had invested more...