Jack was in his last term at University before his finals at the end of May. Easter had been early this year. His mum, Jean, had asked her friend May if Jack could stay with her Monday to Friday for the last term as her Town House was a two-minute walk from the University. Jack had a fifty-minute drive to it then another fifty-minute drive home in the evenin...
For as long as she could remember, Victoria had been hearing how wonderful Uncle Jim was. He was not her real uncle, just a friend of her parents, but he was her godfather. According to her parents, Jim was just one step beneath the angels and was the best friend a family could want. Victoria had lost count of the times that her parents had told her that ‘U...
I'm thinking back to learning about human sexuality. In college, I was embarrassed to take the class all my friends were standing in line for. As a grown woman, I'm still learning about human sexuality and why is that? We are so educated in so many other ways - except about sex. We learn by experience more than anything else. Maybe life is an experiment....
Inspired by an idea by enigma3 in the Forum. * They say size doesn't matter, but when you are - whether by length or girth - within the smallest five percent of the population, it's difficult not to feel self-conscious about it. It's difficult to talk to women without imagining their horror, their amusement, their mockery, their contempt. Easier to avoid r...
This is a sequel to The Janitor's Closet, a story that people either loved or hated with little middle ground. I expect this story will get the same reaction. As usual readers are welcome to leave their opinions and comments and they will not be removed. If you choose to make derogatory comments about me, women in general or people of other races, that's yo...
(I was installing a new washroom at the Harper Valley Medical Center, when I had a chat with one of the nurses there on lunch. She was telling me about a lot of strange shit that went on there. But suddenly she stopped talking. So I gave her a couple of hundred to tell me more about what went on at that place, and she proceeded to tell me the story of scienc...
Adam strolled quickly up the dark avenue, past the slumbering outlines of other campers and vans, the polished toes of his loafers glinting in the light of a distant streetlamp. Under his breath, he counted the vehicles he passed, his sleek head turning sharply at the slightest sound. He reached the end of the row and his steps faltered. Peering out into th...
I have to admit, the doctor's office was discreetly located down a back hall on a nondescript floor of an average professional building. When I entered the building I could have been coming for any range of medical problems, so my specific problem remained a deep secret. The name on the directory board simply listed Doctor Magnum – Plastic Surgery and show...
This story is a work of fiction. ***** I am married to a twenty four years old beautiful woman. Carla is of Brazilian-Italian mix, I met her on the internet and after several months I asked her for marriage in her home town in southern of Brazil. When I saw her pictures on the net in a correspondence website, I fell in love with her hazel eyes, brown hai...
How things have changed. From respected business owner to insatiable street prostitute. For a long time I ran a very successful business in London employing 14 staff and loving my work. I worked six days a week and on Sunday I did the paperwork, wages and stock checks. I had no time for social life, I was working for a successful future and in the evenings...