Anne, although married, had spent her redundancy money, and the small savings that she and her husband had, in a brothel. Perhaps brothel, is the wrong word. It was predominantly, a house of correction. It was an old basement office, in the centre of Glasgow, near to the red light district. Anne and her husband Wally, had made the small office into a b...
Traveling New Bi-Ways With Friends Ch. 04 I had talked with D and Ken several times since my last visit, which resulted in the discovery that I had a bisexual side and that I equally enjoyed sex with men and women. They had repeatedly asked me when I was going to be able to visit them again. Ken was interested in delving deeper into bi-sex and D thought bei...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Low tide: The period between the ebb tide and the succeeding rising tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy frequently under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him....
Anne was the first to awake the next morning. It dawned on her as she lay comfortably between the boys that her sojourn with them was nearly half over. With a start she realized that she would miss them. They had made her feel more attractive and desired than she had ever felt before. Despite their behavior the previous evening they were at heart good boys....
---- Thanks for all the feedback on the previous story; it definitely gave me the motivation to write another. ---- The puff of smoke was a cliche. It was a metaphor. I just couldn't remember which one. My eyes focused on the last puff of smoke I had exhaled from my cigar. It hung in the air heavily in front of me, capturing the focus of my retinas; the ba...
We shall never see our young friends, Will and Anne, again, for they have moved to Europe. My wife, Ellen, and I had a lovely relationship with them for ten years, doing things that we had never done with another couple and, I suspect, we will never do again. We never went looking for the adventures; they just landed, so to speak, in our lap. Before our fri...
Anne worked in the carpet factory while her husband was away with the Army in North Africa. It was 1944, and the Americans, and the Allies were preparing for D-Day. Some Americans were based at Thame aerodrome, and a few of the women went out with them, from time to time. Anne had never been with one, although she had never refused to dance with one, when a...
Throughout that week, Stan kept trying. "Anne, I really would like to talk about what happened. There's no need to throw everything away." Anne turned to look at him. "Stan, I'm not buying what you're peddling. You said you weren't ready for Denise, but you were, all the time. I don't really know what you thought you had with me, but I know what I thought...
Anne and Mike loved to cruise, they found it was a good way to relax, unwind, put their feet up and start to enjoy life again. Anne & Mike also found it was a good place to meet lots of new and different people. Some, like Wendy and Brad, went on to become good, close friends. Let me describe the four of them. Anne, 42, is what you would call reserved and s...
Anne Calter pushed her leather chair back from the big oak desk and sighed. A native of New Jersey, she had graduated with high honors from Princeton and received a law degree from Harvard. You could tell a Harvard man, but you couldn't tell him much. Or woman. After serving as a staff attorney in Washington, Anne had written her popular book, None Dare Call...