My first time? Oh, I remember that quite well. One really never forgets those things do they? Let me see... oh, I've got it now. It was the summer of 1943 and America was at the height of the Second World War. I was nineteen at the time. My boyfriend Johnny was just wrapping up his job at the malt shop. A year older than me, he was a soda jerk, he loved that...
Geraldine sat with her elbow propped on the desk, forehead resting on her hand. She had just eaten the basket of goodies her granddaughter brought her for lunch. She was really going to have to talk to her daughter-in-law about letting the child go out by herself. She wasn't old enough to go tripping through the forest. It just wasn't safe. She sighed. No...
The Costume Store is an indiscreet shop in the mall. Few people paid it any mind and many walked passed it without giving it a second glance. If they knew what wonders were inside they might have given more thought to going inside. Inside the shop walls were racks and racks of costumes. But not just any costumes. There were costumes that turned the wearer in...
She wore a tight-fitting red tank top that hugged her hips, her quick paced caused the ends of the shirt to fold up slightly revealing her milky waste. The girl also wore a red mini-skirt that was loose fitting and flowing in the wind. She had knee-high leather boots that kicked at the dirt as she nearly skipped across the path. This must be the girl Cinder...
I called in the afternoon to see when we could get together that night, but he wasn't there. I left a message. It struck me as curious, but I had enough work to keep me busy that I didn't give it much thought. I called that night and left a message. I couldn't imagine where he could be, but I had countless pages in front of me and speculating on his whereab...
Chloe twisted around in front of her mirror to check the overall effect of the 6th outfit she had put on in half an hour. What would his first impression of her be? What would he expect her to wear? The instruction in his last email had been as explicit as it was ultimately vague, "Put on the sexiest dress or skirt and top you own. Under it I expect to find...
It was the run-up to the Summer Ball at the Green Lake Yacht Club when it started. Tony and I were in the changing room showering after our morning's water-skiing. I was shaken out of my daydream by Tony's voice. "Going to the Summer Ball, Alec? You know the Ski club gets an allocation of tickets." "Yeah, I know. But who to ask?" "Yeah." There was silenc...
Erstkontakt. „Die Fluggäste nach Atlanta werden zum Check In ans Gate gebeten“ dröhnte die Ansage aus den Lautsprechern. Daniela und Nils erhoben sich träge aus den Metallstühlen und gingen engumschlungen zu ihrem Gate. Die letzte Nacht vor dem Abflug nach Atlanta war lang gewesen, denn die Wiedersehensfreude nach 3-wöchiger, berufsbedingter Trennung hatte s...
"Should I wear my witch costume, my Cinderella one, or the cat costume tonight?" Abby asked as we stood looking at the costumes splayed out on her bed. The thought of her in any of the three instantly brought naughty ideas to my brain, even though I knew I had no chance with her. I had had a major crush on Abby ever since freshman year when we were placed...
Please Note: This story is purely fiction *** One of the characters is an Episcopal priest, for those who don't know and will try to correct me: Episcopal Priests can and do marry. They are properly referred to as Priests, not Ministers *** Thank you & Enjoy. The cold little church was packed to capacity. Candles flickered along the center isle. Garla...