CHAPTER ONE The radio alarm came on just after seven, waking Georgina with "All You Need is Love". She was alone in her bed. She sat up, flipped back the quilt and swung her feet to the floor. The front of her nightdress was a soppy face of a teddy bear. The colours were faded. She smoothed the thin cotton with both hands while she breathed in, pulling the...
We were sat alone in the staff lounge. The others had left for class and apparently, like me, she didn't have a class after lunch. She was new to the school. No. She was new to teaching. Twenty-one and starting her new career. The first few weeks back in the new school year had been hard for her. The reality of teaching in a Senior Secondary College was not...
It had been over two months since my awakening, and I was feeling...anxious? Frustrated? Possibly peckish? You see, two months ago my best friend had made me realize something about myself. About my desires. Desires that had been a part of me for a very long time. Desires I refused to acknowledge, to accept, and most importantly to enjoy. It had actually b...
Chapter 30 -- Two days in the forest Thursday and Friday passed uneventfully as the pledges went to class, did their chores, and attended their evening training seminars. Lisa continued to wear her thong on campus, but by Friday the novelty was wearing off. The stares and whistling had from her onlookers had diminished considerably. By the following week sh...
Reader, this is a tale of a beautiful, and very loving wife, including some light BDSM, and lesbian. They were at last on their way, they hoped so anyway. He had worked hard to get this far, he was hoping this would be the final push to get promoted onto the higher managerial level. They had been invited to spend the weekend at Adam Connors house, he wa...
My name's Mark Dowd, and until a few months ago I was a corporate lawyer with Crombie, Noble, Hansen and Petrie, one of the giants of American law, with offices in New York and half a dozen other major cities across the country, plus London, Paris and Rome. I'm 31, six-feet-one tall and, if I say so myself, good looking, with typical black Irish features --...
This is a work of fiction. The characters presented in this are entirely made up and not based on anyone living, dead or from a galaxy far far away. Any similarities to actual people or situations is a damn shame. Thanks to Phantom Stranger for looking it over and offering advice/suggestions. * Megan cruised down the highway, and attempted to pay attention...
My friends and I are walking through the parking lot after the game, enjoying all the kids partying after the big win. My friend Alex is especially enjoying himself since it is his alma mater that won the game. We are not actually students, far from it, but Alex went to school here twenty years ago. We arrived around lunchtime and spent the afternoon tailg...
Mike slowly awoke the next morning, Melody still cradled in his arms. Lightly brushing her gorgeous red hair, he kissed her forehead tenderly. Slowly, she began to stir, kissing his bare chest and cuddling as close to him as she was able to. "Sleep ok?" Mike asked. "Mmm hmm. I always do when your arms are around me," she lazily answered. Smiling, he dr...
Laureline came back from the fitness center. When she started, her friends told her that after a while fitness would be fun. That had never happened, but at least she had stopped actively disliking it, now it was just boring. Unfortunately it was a necessary evil with her lifestyle - the many hours in front of the computer, the long nights at the poker table...