The organization's fundraising dinner/dance was tonight. I had been looking forward to getting all dressed up, for it wasn't something that I had the opportunity to do often. This year it would be different. I had been working out throughout the year toning up my body and I found a gown to accentuate my curves. I was normally a very conservative dresser, nev...
"Aaron you got to check this out, maybe it will help you stop being such a tight ass," chuckled his best friend Ryan. He growled under his breath, Ryan was always trying to irritate him for some reason; he looked up and said "What is it?" "Here, have a look," said Ryan pushing forward a slip of paper. Magic Touch Massage Parlor Emergency Services Week All...
I was sorting through the usual parish post-bag one summer morning when I spotted the note. It was not in an envelope and did not bear a stamp. It was hand-written, in a flowery calligraphy. It took me aback and I had to read it twice, three times, to absorb what the words said. Here they are... "Dear Vicar, I dream of your mouth. I dream of your mouth pr...
The Empire Builder was late leaving Chicago but the train was by no means crowded. The conductors had divided the passengers among the four coaches and Sharon had her choice of several whole seats. She popped her shoes off and tucked her feet underneath her legs and watched the train staff and station crew on the platform. The men and women who worked for Un...
Prologue It was a cold and snowy night, Julie Frances sat staring out the window and pondering her future or current lack of. She was stuck in a dead end job and her personal life was a mess. It was on that night, she made the decision that something had to change. First off she had to start living her life for herself. She had to stop worrying about the...
It was a Saturday morning on a hot August day and Barbara Letti was slowly walking down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here were expensive, big and well designed. They had big back yards and swimming pools. The grass here was green, the garden in the back produced delicious vegetables and the homes were guarded with top of line a...
Home. Home is where my parents live. And I'm there, visiting for the week. I live in California, 2,000 miles away from home. Just far enough away for this twenty five year old to feel independent. My first morning back I got on my bike to go for a ride. Heading up the street I saw the little kids climbing on the bus which would take them off to day camp. It...
I remember the day that my wife left as if it were yesterday. It was raining hard outside, and I found myself staring out through the lounge widow, listening to the drops hit the pane as Ann busied herself in the bedroom packing her clothes. I can recall the sound of passing cars on the wet tarmac as they hissed by our home, the home that we had shared since...
I have a dream job. Or perhaps more of a fantasy job. Unfortunately those fantasies are mostly in the minds of my friends. I run my own private massage therapy practice from home, no other staff, just me and the clients. So my friends luridly imagine this means I spend my days oiling the pliant thighs of nubile young ladies who are then so overcome with lust...
I wait for you just outside London. The train is late, but I know it will be here soon. The third carriage from the front, that's what we've arranged, and just as I start to feel a tingling at the thought of you, I hear the train approaching. As the windows flow past me, I look inside; and there you are, reading your newspaper, every inch the businesswoman....