A Special Edition This is a special holiday edition of Martin. It isn't actually part of the Martin Hastings story line, but uses existing circumstances in the story to present this short story. ***** "Well I think it just lovely Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said admiring Martin's Easter dress that was designed for him by Felix. "It is childish Leanne. It's a l...
“Hello Mrs Melon” I said aloud as I walked through the living room. “Oh Hi Tommy” she replied. “Is Steven in?” I asked. “No, he’s not coming back ‘til tonight, he’s gone out with his father. Well, how have you been?” she asked as she pointed for me to take a seat. Mrs Melon, was my best friends’ mother. “Great Mrs Melon....I feel great, I’ve got a date...
Stuart returned to the dungeon in his basement after he had seen Lydia and her husband-slave, Thomas, out the door and off for the night. The evening's entertainment had been a long one, but he had enjoyed every moment thoroughly. Assisting Lydia to further her slave's training was indeed a pleasure, as was having Lydia offer herself to him. He had enjoyed...
This short story is for Gene.. who was my number one fan in the beginning.. Gene watched the young woman putting groceries in her car.. she was beautiful. Long, blonde hair that hung in soft waves to her smooth, tan shoulders. She was about five foot, six inches tall, he guessed. Her body moved like he imagined a dancer's would, as she scooped up the bags o...
I have lived in five apartment buildings over the last five years. Each year as the lease ends, and I am once again sick of the view, I move on to a new one. I have always forgotten to take view into consideration when choosing a place. Then I wonder why I always get stuck with a living room facing the street, a bedroom facing an alley, and bathroom with no...
Jill's first week of summer break had been a good one. She hiked a coastal trail in British Columbia with a boy she'd met the previous summer. They made love on abandoned beaches, fucked bent over smooth driftwood, and had a quickie on a cliff-top overlooking the sea. Floyd took pictures of her slender, naked body draped over boulders with foamy waves around...
It was the first thing she became conscious of as she woke that morning. His hand on her ass. She was laying on her stomach and he was sprawled on his back next to her. His hand rested on her right cheek, fingertips hooked over the soft underswell. His thumb caressed her and she sighed, completely content. Only a few minutes later, they were both at the ba...
My eyes strained to see the road as we inched our way through the foggy Sacramento midtown area searching for our vacation rental. Louise scanned the barely visible Victorians searching for an address. "Seventeen Fourteen, Seventeen Twenty, Seventeen Twenty-six!" I pulled into the driveway and stopped the Volvo just short of the garage door. I left the ca...
"Damn it!!" I cursed louder than I meant to as I tried to open the window of my new room on the third floor of "the Hamburg University in beautiful downtown Hamburg, Germany." The place was a shit hole. I was studying abroad from America. I wanted to see the world; I wanted to examine other cultures. However, I'm beginning to discover what my mother said was...
She arrived to their loft a little earlier than he did. He often worked later than she. She kicked off her heels next to the sofa, and poured herself a glass of light white wine. She was standing at the kitchen island, rifling through the mail when he came through the front door. It had been a rather frustrating day at work for him. Managing his team on a...