'It's not fancy, but it's nice', he assures himself not for the first time, as he looks nervously at the entrance. The bunch of daisies beside him beginning to look not as proud as they had half an hour ago when he arrived, wet palmed and heart racing. He's had time to cool a bit, and his shirt has had time to relax it's carefully pressed fabric, the anticip...
The hotel bar was busy as Alice and I entered that New Year's Eve, the air filled with music and the babble of voices punctuated by the popping of champagne corks and the cheering that followed. In my plain black suit and tight clergyman's collar I knew I was in for a hot and uncomfortable evening but for a 'Tarts and Vicars' party there was only one type of...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or institution is coincidental and unintentional. This is a sequel to my previous story "Welcome to St. George" and reading that story will help put this story in context. _________________________________________________________________ There had been changes on our island. The most devas...
I first met her when I arrived for a staff meeting, three days before the start of the new school year. We arrived at the door to the conference room at the same time and our eyes met. Hers were a beautiful shade of green, catlike, the kind of eyes that you could drown in. She smiled as we both reached for the doorknob, a radiant, friendly smile. "Hi," she...
Chapter 28 It Just Keeps Getting Crazier Wednesday, October 18, 1961 12:10pm "Sorry I'm late," Candice said, slightly out of breath. "I had to see the teaching assistant about my accounting mid-term." "Oh ... not a problem, I hope," Jesse said with concern. "No," she sighed as she put her cafeteria tray down. "I'll be okay with my grade. He wanted to da...
The setting is a small city in New Zealand. The hero with the odd name of Dio falls into an usual occupation that connects him to an assortment of offbeat characters, It becomes clear that Dio is enjoying a life richer in many ways than most people around him. He is between girlfriends when he meets a damsel in distress on the roadside, with a puncture to he...
Hello! This is my first submission to the site, and I am submitting it for the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2012. Having said that, I would like to urge you to vote up the story if you like it. I would appreciate it a great deal! Also, I would be remiss not to mention that this story is not a stroke piece. There is some buildup, and if you are not interest...
Note: If you are looking for rampant sex to jump off each page at you, this story is not for you. I do not write for prurient interests, I write stories, that may involve sexual situations, as part of the plot. Chapter 3 has less of these situations then Chapters 1 or 2 had; it just worked out that way. I am new at this art form, this story being only my sec...
This is story of femdom and cuckolding with a (literal) twist. If this isn't your kink, I won't be offended if you skip it. * Richard awoke on the morning of Christmas Eve to the sensation of Clara teasing his hard cock. She was lying on her side, naked under the sheets, gently stroking him. He moaned softly and thrust his hips in encouragement. He knew if...
(Author's note: This is my entry for the Christmas 2013 Contest. It builds up over time, slowly at first, as David and Lauren's relationship changes over five Christmases. Please enjoy and don't forget to vote! --Theworldspins) ***December 11, 2000: Pfeiffer and Melinda's Christmas Bash*** I wasn't completely wasted when I first met Lauren, but the alcoho...