Country Life. Hi there! First, an introduction. My name is Peter, Peter Banks, and I live with my family in a village in south Gloucestershire near Bristol in the west country of England. The rural life: in many ways idyllic. A real cross-section of village life with the vicar, the policeman, postman, a pub and all the local characters; and quite a few chi...
I moved in to room 205. It was tough moving. I have never lived on my own, never lived in an apartment. From childhood to college, I stayed at my big family home in Illinois. Moving to New York was a big step. My apartment was not too large yet comfortable. The only friends that I made in a week were from work and all of them lived quite far away, so it was...
Chapter Three: While Tammy was heading upstairs to lay out her clothes, Mike started thinking. Hell I hate my job. I hate this house. I hate my relatives, especially my calculating brother. I hate this city, it's bad weather, high crime, and it's lousy baseball team. Shit this city doesn't even have an NBA team. Cleveland, now there's a shit hole, but they...
"Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire." -- source unclear * Vanessa stopped at the door of the dance studio. She had to be crazy. She was twenty-two years old. Who started dance lessons for the first time at that age? Some of her friends in school had started lessons when they were still barely toddling. Obviously there were people who s...
Corisande breathed deeply, remembering. It had been so long since Soames had left. The last night he'd made a surprise visit, Cori had come in, dejected somewhat, from the supermarket. A project at work was not getting done fast enough, and of course although Cori was head of the group, she sometimes let her employees slack off and bully her. And then, of c...
She was running late, and she hated being late for this sort of thing. It had taken too long to get the stockings on and she hated the feel of them. It had been years since she'd worn stockings with a garter belt and she wasn't sure why she was wearing them now. It was just coffee at a Starbucks. The red suede suit with the skirt with the slits up the sides...
It had been quite some time since my nude night walk and my meeting Amy at the petrol station. Meeting is a bit of a misnomer as she was on one side of the glass and I was on the other. Although I had passed Amy my mobile number before I left that night I heard nothing. Weeks went by, then a month and I'd given up hope that Amy actually wanted to meet up on...
My wife and I had just moved into our new house. Having just moved to Portland from the West Coast we knew no one, and were anxious to meet our neighbors. The neighborhood we chose was in a suburb just west of the city. It was a small, tight group of houses with only one way in and out. There was a main entry which went in a loop and then eight cul-de-sacs t...
This story happened just before my 30th birthday, a few months before my first daughter was born. I was happily married to the husband that I am still married to now, and who I went on to have two further children with. Whilst I was unfaithful to him, I didn't feel guilty. I still don't. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I was six month...
Driving Blake's Mustang was the thrill of a lifetime. Well, maybe the second thrill after the obvious. "Where to, Ms. Blake?" I asked. "Your place this time." She replied. "Why not!" I said. We drove back to my hotel. The climbing and winding streets were made for this car. Blake looked so beautiful as the breeze from the window blew through her blonde...