"Their shadows searching in the niiiiiight," Ava sang out as she taped down name tags onto her student tables. She had six more days to get her classroom organized until Open House Night. To a looker on, she seemed carefree as she quietly sang along as Pandora sounded softly in the background. Ava was anything but. This was her first year teaching first grad...
For the first time in three years, Harry woke to the feeling of a body beside him. Am I still asleep? he wondered. This would not be the first time he had dreamt of Leila. When he had scattered her ashes at sea, he'd known that a part of her would always remain with him, something incorporeal but real nonetheless. A clawed hand covered his eyes--clawed?, h...
For those who do not know a zimmer is a walking frame to aid the lame. For a while after Molly, I borrowed a brigade of Beefeaters off the Queen to stand guard over my bones and to tell me when Molly's car came through the gate. So, successfully I was able to take on the mantle of the Artful Dodger. On my almost daily sojourns to Alice, I gave her three be...
There was a notorious gay bar in my college town. I liked to go there once in a while because it was such a wild and uninhibited place. I had no personal interest in gay sex, but enjoyed the outrageous scene. You could smoke a joint while dancing, do lines at your table, and quite a few people would be walking around and dancing half naked. I have never see...
Hello! I'm Stacy. I'm 28 years old, blonde and divorced. Oh and I'm a cock-slut. This is the third in a series of stories about Stacy. This one started as a drunken fuck and ended in marriage. After my graduation party which will live with me for the rest of my life (see Stacy's Graduation) I left school and moved into the real World. I was lucky enoug...
Through the flashing neon lights, which accompanied the ear-breaking noise of the R'n'B cascading from the speakers, she saw him. Mya, her friend who'd come to the club with her, was busily sucking off a man's face -- and Jenna was jealous. She wanted some attention too! And there he was. Nice smile. Floppy blondish hair -- but still cool-looking with a gro...
This story is about a friend of mine. I only wish that something like this could come true. I call it Waking the Princess. Did this just happen. When you know someone for a long time they almost become non sexual to you. People talked about how sexy she was and I thought she was a beautiful woman but it didn't cross my mind until that night that she turned...
Well I'm back here again. It didn't take long to christen the remaining rooms in my new home. I went to work last weekend as I believe I told you I had to. I work for a television production company and had to travel into the city for the day. I didn't much relish the trip up on the train, but it is the easiest way to travel. The train journey up was uneven...
I was 30 when I got married and 34 when I got divorced. In spite of the way it ended, I don't think there was any way to know at the time that things wouldn't work out. My wife was smart, funny, and pretty, and we shared a lot of interests. We were both voracious readers, enjoyed traveling, shared the same circle of friends, and neither of us was much of a d...
For my friend, B. There's a knock on the hotel room door. Peering through the peephole to ensure it's not an axe-wielding maniac, I see you, a petite brunette trying to compose your features, a blush upon your high cheekbones. You wait outside, running a hand over your dark, curling hair. Gratification has been delayed long enough. I turn the handle and ope...