Martin, 50, lived alone following years as a seafarer and early retirement when he received an inheritance. Not much for cooking, housekeeping or gardening he was increasingly dependant on Mrs. Clarke a widow 5 years his junior who lived nearby. She worked a varying number of hours each week according to Martin's needs. On Friday afternoons they invariably...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. * My interlude with Lisa was almost too intense. I didn't know how much longer I could resist the urge to make love to her properly, then spoon with her, touching my lips to her neck as she fell asleep. At home in the shower I could not stop fantasizing about spending the night with her. I thought about ho...
Since Helene and Miranda discovered a secret network of video cameras in the school, they have been conspiring to get revenge on the teachers who had been sexually using and humiliating them for the past few weeks. * Helene looked around grounds surrounding Alice House. The day was hot, and nobody else was around the girls' accommodation. She took a deep b...
He sat high on the cliff side, a silent sentry virtually motionless, eyes sharp and roaming, observing the countryside and forest below. Remaining still, he blended into the craggy surface, unnoticed by anyone who may be passing below. The camouflage was unnecessary. Even if he were seen, no one would make the treacherous climb, let alone confront him. A fla...
Background The fall semester was about to start and I was excited to see what my class would look like this year. Though I am a happily married man and never intended to go outside of the bond, I always felt like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting to see what co-eds would be enrolled for the upcoming semester. I guess I should start with a little background...
[If you want to read a sex story, move on. All the sex in this story is in the last two lines. They are best if read after you read all the other lines. This is what some call a social story. Maybe it could be called a parable. For lawyers reading this, remember this is a fantasy and it takes place in rural America. Remember, John Grisham didn't write it.]...
Events in childhood shape our destiny. What happens in those formative years may so affect our lives that what follows is as inevitable as if we were a leaf that, once it has fallen into a stream, is carried helplessly away to its ultimate destiny. Edwin Stearns always knew, down to the day and hour, when a key event in his life occurred: a warm afternoon i...
"I don't know," Penney sighed, setting her tray on the table. "Sometimes I think these boys are coming on to me." "Of course they are," replied the older man seated across from her. "When you've taught as long as I have, you'll be used to it." "Really?" He laughed at the tone in her voice. "Don't sound so astonished, Miss Clarke. Even fat, balding fellows...
For Lili At first, there was only the slight rocking movement of the cot she lay on; that, and the dim sounds of the open sea, seeping through the cracks in the oiled boards. As Lili came slowly to her senses, the events of the past few hours came flooding back to her: the excited days of packing for her family's return to London, servants filling chest af...
'And the money will be transferred in fourteen days?' Danielle spoke into her mobile phone. Danielle's smile widened as she listened to the reply. 'Excellent, thanks for the call and I'll see you tomorrow.' Her smiled had settled into one of self-satisfaction as she flicked the phone closed and settled into the plush seat of the limousine taking her home....