As a professor in a small New England college, I have been asked occasionally to be a chaperon to some event or other. The ones I liked best were trips to other areas or better still—trips out of the country. For many years, it had been a practice of the French department, the Spanish department, and the Italian department to offer students a trip to the co...
Part 1 Braun au, Austria 1916 Tabitha crept to the edge of the large bed. The fire glared angrily behind the two of them as outside the cabin. All the while down snow clad hills the harsh voices of soldiers could be heard. War was wreaking havoc across Europe. Tabitha smiled to herself as her hands ran up her young student's inner thigh. Her thoughts ra...
"What's on your schedule this week?" Kathy asked her husband Mark. He looked up from the morning paper and said, "Nothing special. Why?" "It's my turn in the barrel again. I have to chaperone the Spring Dance and I was wondering if you would like to go with me." "Yeah, right! You know how I feel about those things. I still don't understand why you have to...
When I was 15 I was hanging out with some bad guys. We robbed a store, I got caught and went to jail for five years. Anthony, my brother, was only ten when this happened. When I got out of prison my parents told me to not come back to the house. So I moved out of town. Five years after getting out of prison things weren't going well for me. When you are an...
Becky bends over, leans into Paul's ear. "It's stuffy in here," she says. "Let's go for a walk." Paul looks up and watches her retreat around the coffee table. He pardons himself to his two bookend sofa-mates – the gregarious Auntie Lou and the diametric Grandma Claire, a stick with permanently down-turned lips and hardened scowl. Paul is relieved to escape...
When I was twelve years old, I took second place in my state's regional spelling bee. Kids who take first place in their regional spelling bee get a free trip to Washington, D.C. to compete in the National Spelling Bee. But not second place. I took second. My mom still has the photos of me in my childish blue dress; an awkward pre-pubescent nymphet perched p...
Bill and I had been best friends in college. At some point in our friendship we became lovers. On a vacation together where we had been trying to figure out our relationship I came to our hotel room to find him fucking someone else. In my mind that told me everything I needed to know about how he felt about us. I made my decision right then and there before...
June 1987 My name is Jim, and I work as a consultant for a large consulting firm in the United States. I work out of an office in Miami, and I have had a very good career with this company. Fortunately for me, I am able to retire at 40 and enjoy the quiet life. I have been fortunate with investments, and I had a good lottery win, and although it wasn't luck...
This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Thanks to BigDick8870 for editorial assistance with this story. * My eyes fluttered open. In comfort, I rested upon silks and firs. I had been feasted yesterday, the other priestesses serving me as though they were my slaves. Scented oils had anointed my body; soft feminine hands had worked over every inch of my body, working out the knots and kinks from m...