The Movers: 1 of 3 She sins! It was Friday morning, the day we were moving to Houston. I was cleaning out the fridge when I heard the truck pull up in front of our house. I checked my kitchen clock. It was 8 o'clock. I looked out the front room window. "John, the movers are here." I yelled up the stairs. My husband hurried downstairs and went out the fron...
All characters are 18 years of age or older. This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. This story and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Feedback welcome and appreciated! ***** About a week later we were on the couch suffering the evening news when we we...
Every morning early the minibus would turn up and pick up the young divers who were training for the university diving team. There were only a small number, usually just six males and six females. The training was rigorous and everybody had to perform well to remain on the team. The teams were just getting to know each other. It soon became apparent that Na...
The class fell silent. Lily stepped in, blushed vibrantly, and sat down quickly at her desk. She was wearing the collar. ----- The collar is a rite of passage that turns girls into women. In this society, women have a limited timeframe to get married from 18 to 22. When they turn 18, they're required by law to wear a black leather collar signifying their...
I work for a large city firm as a PA to a senior manager, which means that I have to dress and act very respectably. The trouble is that the majority of my company is male and sometimes, if I'm bored or if the work is slow I'll wander around the building chatting to the guys, or they come to my desk for a gossip and a harmless flirt. Sometimes this gets me i...
(This story can be read independently from Chapter 1: but in the end, all the chapters will tie together) *** Ron and Nikki spread their blanket near the far end of the beach. It was a hot mid-afternoon and although the beach was far from empty, there was nobody very close to them. Ron had an ulterior motive: the last time they were at the beach, Nikki...
Thanks to TexanCowgirl for her editorial contribution. * I am a thirty-five year old male and I have been going to this particular hair salon in my town to get a haircut and shampoo for the last five years. My stylist's name is Alicia and all the time I have known her she has been married with one child. Alicia is about thirty years old and looks great. J...
They came to this particular bar often. It was very nice, dark and quiet. The hotel clientele was upper class and the atmosphere elegant. They soon noticed that every Thursday, the same two gentlemen came in. Both were tall and well-dressed in three-piece suits. One had a very sexy moustache, the other was clean-shaven. Both wore wedding rings. They would s...
She was twenty-two years old. She was no longer a naïve virgin. Her last boyfriend had taken her virginity and had never called her back. That was three months ago. She didn't get pregnant. She had had her monthly period since the fucking. But, she hadn't had a date since then either. Last night she spent the evening at a singles dance where she met Chuck,...
This is the true story of how, after knowing each other for more than ten years, I found myself in bed with one of our closest family friends. I've changed the names and a few other details that might give too big a clue to my or Penny's true identities, but otherwise this is exactly how it happened – or at least it's how I remember it! In her early fortie...