The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...
Ever aware of one another from across a mixed crowd of tenured professors, adjunct faculty and graduate assistants, we hardly acknowledge that we know each other. Much like when I was back in graduate school, the graduate students are here for the free food while the senior professors are here to make the obligatory appearance. I'm here because I knew Diana...
Her weekend was shit. Too many possibilities were fluttering around in her mind. Huffing she sat on her chair pulling up her account on the computer when she felt a shadow hover over her. She looked up to see Vickers' smiling face. "You know Freeman, I have all these copies I have to make. Why don't you be a doll and make me six of each." "I'll do them whe...
"Why are you reading a book on spring break?" Christina was at the foot of the queen hotel bed and shaking her hands like they were on fire. Sarah's back was to the headboard as she sat with her knees drawn to her chest. Her nose was buried in a historical novel without regard to having a week off in the spring from university. "I have a book report due a w...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
In my last submission, I mentioned that there were two incidents at the office that pushed our exploits substantially further. Although neither incident was really planned in any way, the second incident took a decidedly different turn. To put it simply, we nearly got caught. From a logical standpoint, that was not all that surprising. The risk was there. O...
To the reader: There isn't any sex in this story so if that's all you want then this isn't going to be for you. But if you enjoy a story about the ending of one life and the beginning of another then read on. Thanks to jo for editing. Any errors are mine and not because of poor editing. © Copyright March 2013, by the author. ******** Fair-weather friend...
Hi. My name is Radha. I am a twenty year old Indian girl with brown skin, dark eyes, and black hair. I am a freshman in a Bangalore all girls college. I grew up in Hebbal, which is Northern most part of Bangalore. We have a large lake, which is very creatively called Hebbal Lake. Many people come for bird watching. One of my strongest childhood memories happ...
For everyone who asked for a sequel to "Grand Island". I hope it was worth the wait! "Now then, Miss McCarthy," said Bill, holding up the novel device for his patient to see. "I do apologize for the indignity of this position, but I'm afraid it's absolutely necessary." "Oh, I understand, Doctor Billingston," replied the patient, whose first name was Evelyn...
Day Three Interior-Bedroom 0450 Hours It was dark when Sam woke up. She lay still for a moment, then sat up. "Where are you going, Sam?" A voice close to her asked. "Tammy?" "I'm here." Her hand touched Sam's, her fingers stroking the back of her hand. "I have to pee." "Okay." Carter slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She sat quietly as sh...