Every year Hayley would go to the cabin in mountains with her family and spend Thanksgiving. It was a ritual that began with her father and continued with her children. All her brothers and sisters and their families would go up and enjoy the first snowfall of the year. It was always a feeling of returning home after playing in the snow for the day. A hot fi...
Saturday Evening Saturday evening, after a nap back at the hotel Diane and I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out for the evening. The nice thing about a nice hotel is their spa sized bathtubs and half circle shower curtain. It provides extra room to shower or bathe. As Diane adjusted the water to a steamy flow I began lathering up a washcloth....
On being elevated to the position of personal assistant to the CEO, I was well aware that my looks and manner were as big a factor in my selection as my other skills. I'd only returned to the workforce about six years earlier, having honed my computer skills and administrative knowledge during my time as a mother and homemaker, keen to resume the career whic...
The fill lights flashed and I started moving into another pose. I had known that the request being made, as I was getting into the new position, was going to come. I had tried to convince myself that the request or suggestion would never be made, but deep down I knew it would. Carl, the photographer, had just asked me if I would pose with him. Even though I...
A young mother, Susan, returns to Santa's Grotto to tell Santa that she has been a bad, bad girl and to fulfil a fantasy. Sorry that the story is a bit late, it was meant to be posted before Xmas 2006. ******************************** Santa sat in his Grotto, and sighed with relief. It sounded as if it was the end of the day, there appeared to be no more...
I thought I would try and tell the story of my first "proper" date. How do I begin? Well, I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself first. I am 22 years old and just recently graduated from my local college and moved to the big city for my first real job. I am fairly shy and reserved which is probably due to a pretty strict upbringing. My mum and I liv...
All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this... blah, blah, blah. * She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sur...
I'd broken the golden rule again. It was becoming a tiresome habit. Chandler's boy, Phillip Marlowe, may not be real, but he never broke it. He never did divorce work. The end of a romance is, frankly, the lowest human beings can get before they completely loose it. Even when it concerns basically good people; divorce can bring out the bad in anyone. That's...
The sun crept low on the horizon as I walked home from the secluded beach. Jack had left me over an hour earlier, hanging out after our sexual encounter to talk and finish oiling up my body for some tanning time. I think we're becoming friends, I thought with a laugh as I neared the beach house. I don't need any of that right now. He's just fun for me. I hav...
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Donna said as she peered through the windshield of the Pathfinder into the black night that swallowed State Road 13. Thick, wet snow smacked the glass. The wipers, still in need of changing, squeaked as they did their best to hang onto their jobs. “It’s like…fucking Alaska out here.” She brushed her dark brown hair...