This is part two of "The Story of a Cyclist" and though it can be read on its own as an independent account of events, I would highly recommend reading the first part as well to get an idea of the characters. ***** It was close to 7 by the time Mandy and I got out of the house to pick up her friend. Walking onto the driveway, I realized our bikes were sti...
The Late Mrs Carter by Vandemonium1 Back in the dim dark past of 2017, BigGuy33 wrote a fine story called 'Mrs Carter'. In 2019, BlackHeart93 continued it and added a twist of malice. I read both recently and an obvious extension occurred to me. Below is the result. I have to say I took a little artistic licence with the ending of the original. As with t...
This story picks up at the end of chapter 2, you may want to read it before reading this one as you will miss some of the flow of the story if you don't. * While Diane was in the ladies' room changing her underthings, I checked to see if her friend in Madison was online. He wasn't, so I sent him an email, briefly reporting how the evening was going and com...
Finally pulling up outside the parlor was a strange experience. How many years had it been since he had left? Six at least. Hands crossed over the steering wheel he sat watching the orange and red leaves dancing amongst the wind that blew down the sidewalk. So much had changed in those years, but not here, not this place. The darkening clouds rolling slowly...
My wife, Erin, and I have volunteered to chaperone at the Boy Scout Camp for the past few summers as our sons, Hank, 10 and Henry, 12, have been active in scouts. This summer's camp, the last week in July, was touch and go as the pandemic had made folks cautious about any activities. Fortunately, our week went well but on Friday, officials found out that a t...
"It's a beautiful evening" I thought to myself as I sat on my rooftop and watched as the sun began to set, staining the few remaining clouds in delicate shades of red and orange. No artist alive could capture the natural beauty of such a sight and as I appreciated that beauty, I allowed my thoughts to drift amoungst themselves. It had only been a few days s...
Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18. * A year after wetting her pants during the university entrance exam, the young woman crouches behind a bush at the edge of the school oval, watching the library through binoculars. This year's calculus students are filing in and taking their seats...
Chapter 17: The Flare-Up I welcomed my work after all these troubled, but strangely satisfying days. A load had been lifted from my soul and I could dedicate myself to work. When I entered the building, I received more support from my colleagues than I expected -- perhaps I was not such a cold German after all; the influence of Maureen had probably changed...
Lisa arranges a hot little surprise for Mario with her lover, the Stripper, of the Stripper and the Chef series. "Baby," drawled the Chef as she lay in the strong and virile arms of her Italian lover, "Will you make some of your pasta with that hot Italian sausage I like tonight for us three?" Mario arched his expressive thick eyebrows as he asked, amused,...
The gym was crowded and sweaty girls milled around after Zumba class, but I moved around the Nautilus machines, finishing my workout in good time. I showered and afterwards looked at my body in the mirror that I work hard to maintain. Women love me. And I love them. That's why I make good money. "Good bye, Ross," said the girl at reception with big adoring...