Janet Taylor looked up at her impressive three storey house as the taxi pulled up in front. It always pleased her to see the home that she shared with her husband, Barry. A lot of work had gone into the renovations over that last few years and, although most of it had been a pain, she had to admit that the end result justified all the hard work. She sighed...
The plane just started backing out of the gate. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat, relaxing, getting ready for the flight to New York City. "Flight attendants prepare all doors for takeoff and cross check..." came across the loudspeaker as I closed my eyes. It had been a hectic morning, we'd dropped off the kids with family and rushed to the ai...
The air was crisp and sweet when she left the office for lunch. She loved living so close to her office; it gave her opportunity for a bit of an afternoon break. She would head home today to rest a while. She had been so busy lately sewing and mending costumes for her nieces and nephews for Halloween. As she pulled up in her driveway the mailman was just p...
Harriet Harper did not cry at her mother's funeral, far from it. As a light rain fell on the few people in black that attended, most as local volunteers, Harriet did her best to control a smile of relief as the coffin was lowered into the grave. At 42, she had led a life as a spinster which had been enforced by the tyrannical woman, she venting her ire on th...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
Carla smiled politely at the young concierge as she walked past him, she just caught him staring at her, on her way to another benefit dinner where her husband was the guest of honor. Carla was quite bored at going to these kinds of functions. She felt as though that she was merely being displayed by her husband as somewhat like a trophy or a conquest, and s...
This brief story could got under either the Interracial or Anal categories. *** The middle-aged woman looked out the window at the young drifter mowing the tall grass and weeds her husband humorously called a lawn in the grueling heat, the temperature and humidity making his ebony skin glisten in the sun, and then she looked at the five crumpled dollar bil...
With the economy the way it has been the past several years, the place where Joan had been employed was forced to closed it's doors because a bigger company was taking all their business. She was sad as she had worked there for over 10 years and had developed a good working relationship with a number of customers that always came to her when they needed to g...
Just one of those days, man. I woke up to the sound of my roommates barking over the breakfast table, and they were their usual grumpy selves. Once upon a time, the idea of sharing a townhouse in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario, with a couple of guys sounded like a dream come true. Welcome to my nightmare. I showered, got dressed and got out. "Hello there,...
I had sat in the reception area not five minutes when I began to hear the moaning. The room itself was not ten yards long, with a lush burgundy carpet and mahogany panelling. On the far wall sat a grate, cut square into the mahogany, painted to match the dark wood colour. It was there the moan drifted from. I stood up, looking about back into the porchway,...