Foreword: My entry into the Winter Holidays Contest. It's a short First Time scene set in an English market town back in the late 70s. Some of the terms and expressions might seem odd to some readers, but I hope the context in which I've used them gives an indication of meaning and doesn't interrupt any flow. Apologies for any errors which remain in the te...
Much thanks to my editor, who made this story far more readable and enjoyable than it was before I put it in her hands. *** 1 : The Magician Black lace was the theme. The first item she slipped on was a thong so insubstantial that she felt as if she were still naked. As she Regarded her image in the mirror, she considered that some things were better than...
Six eighty seven. Six eighty eight. Six eighty – "Hi, Jonas." - nine. Fuck it. I hate when she does that. I mean, I like her, but goddamn it. "Hi Shelley." Five forty-five. I can see the clock behind, ten, maybe ten and half inches across the face. Paper. Bread. 1538 Market. 1.79 a loaf. "Your usual?" I nod. She's back there. 64, 65 inches up. 30 inc...
The flight was crowded but after waiting for the bulk of passengers to board I found my seat and had hopes that the two seats next to mine would remain empty. The flight staff had given the word that doors would soon be locked and we'd be underway shortly so I was feeling pretty good about it. But at the last moment a small group of people poured in, dashin...
Indigo Fields was the love child of small town bad-ass Veronica Fields and small town mayor's son Jeffrey Silverman. Though no one outside the three of them knew that. She was born into a family of one in the back of her mother's "borrowed" pickup truck in the middle of- you guessed it- an indigo field. Her mother always said her name was destined for her. '...
Sir rang the doorbell and stepped back beside her on the stoop. She nervously leaned forwards, up onto her toes, then rocked back. With a knowing sideways smirk, he signalled her to be still as she waited. Under her windbreaker and twinset cardigan, her skin rose in goosebumps against the chill of the early evening - or was it the task that waited for her in...
[This story is one of a sequence I've written. Each part is sequentially numbered, 01 upwards, but also given a chapter number for a particular storyline. So this is part 4 in the sequence, and also part 4 in the "Anal At Last" part of the story. Other parts of the story will come later. You can read the other parts of the story for more details, but here i...
"Tomorrow is the first day of junior year!" my roommate, Ellie, squealed as she threw a cheetah print pillow at my head. I dodged it and rolled over. "Some of us are trying to print our class list and syallabi for tomorrow." I sighed, managing to crack a small grin at her. "You are such a nerd, Abby, nobody brings anything to class on the first day!" she...
Robbie reluctantly led his father down the high school hallway toward his 6th and final classroom: Miss Ava Valentine's Junior English class. "I just want you to know how embarrassing this has been," said Robbie. "We didn't see a single other junior here at open house. I don't see why you have to meet all my teachers every year." "Robbie, get over it. Good...
My husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip and, as I felt I needed a break from my own business, I decided to accept his offer. It was only for a few days in Eastbourne but I hoped this would give me the opportunity to somehow show myself off a little - or even a lot! It had been ages since I last had a ‘naughty' experience and I sure needed som...