Just after 8:30 a.m., Jamie made her way into her office, not too sure if her co-worker Roxanne had managed to poison the well yet. Who would have thought that having an inappropriate and strictly forbidden sexual relationship with a prospective client would not be the biggest problem she had on her plate -- especially when she had a back-stabbing bitch li...
Prologue. "I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring." (Shelley "The Question") Chapter 1. The Gardener in Autumn. Following in the footsteps of my father I became a gardener at a very fortuitous time. With the use of ever more sophisticated equipment on the farms round our village employment prospects on the far...
I want to thank everyone who takes the time to read my stories as I seek to learn and improve my writing. I especially want to thank NoraFares for her help and friendship. To twist a quote from the movie 'As Good As It Gets,' she makes me want to be a better writer. If you want to read great writing and enjoy wonderful characters, look up her stories. This...
If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you. It's a slow moving and gentle story. It's an easy and light read. Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment. ***** Session 6 Eventually Friday arrived and I headed out to college wondering what pose Jenn had in mind for us this evening. When I arrived Jenn was setting up the standi...
It's nice out. The night is mild. I'm addicted to the chill on my skin, a fool for the feeling. I am a fool to many feelings, I suppose- and all of them are related to you. We can be found on a rooftop in the city above Second and Division overlooking the sights that are so much bigger than us, but who would look for us? I suppose the anonymity is somethin...
All the teachers in this story are based on teachers from my own school. If any of you ladies ever read this I would love to hear from you and promise to be a good little boy for you. Graham sped down the country lane, roof off, Led Zeppelin on the CD player, enjoying the Lotus for what may be the last time for a while, the sun was shining and he was thrill...
~hi again,I had someone email mail me to go on with the story and the plot, I guess they want to see were it could go. again very srry for the little sex in this story, there will be more in up comeing ch.. plz do email or post anything you wish to say bout it..thx loves xoxox p.s this is starting off right were we left off, so read the frist if you didn't...
Chapter 8 — "...can you picnic?" April 1974 Jim was up early the next day. It was six o'clock on that Sunday morning. He was the first in the house to shower and get dressed. His dirty clothes that he brought home were still in the laundry. His mother was planning on doing them later that day. Jim was hoping that his activity would wake the rest of the ho...
As this chapter of the Photographer story begins Greg is escorting Ellie Maxwell to New York to meet with the rest of Mrs. Blair's restructuring team. Ellie's husband who was the director of one of Mrs. Blair's companies is headed to prison for most of his life. Attorney Barker is expediting the divorce proceedings so that she will be free of him and his con...
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god....