South East England August 25th 1996 "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Mrs Parsons, or Sarah as she now insisted on being called, held up a folded piece of paper and waved it at James. They had met for drinks several times since the infamous sexual escapade at the end of term, always during one of James' visits home from University, and he couldn...
As we walked into the Bahia Rodizzio, the restaurant was packed. I pushed my way through the crowd to the Maitre d's podium and gave him Dean's name. He was dressed in a tuxedo and was very regal looking as he towered over everyone else but me. He didn't even check his list. He just smiled and asked if my party was present. I nodded and turned to motion them...
This is for the Earth Day contest so please vote. Also, I do not endorse any of the actions of the characters in the story. If you think they are morally dubious, you are correct. * One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he...
_,.-:*'' ANGELS IN A BOOKSTORE ''*:-.,_ It had been true romance and her heart fluttered with the thoughts of their time together. As Taylor watched the rain fall from the sky, she pulled the wool blanket around her body, and took another sip of her tea. It was a gloomy, lazy day, and she found herself sitting in the cushioned rocker gazing out the glass do...
Julia had spent the last days of summer at this place that had always beckoned her back to the days of her childhood before her parents had divorced. And here she was once more before school began, enjoying the crash of the waves and the feel of heated sand squishing beneath her toes. As she headed into the crashing surf once more before it became too late...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Passing Strange" is a series of erotic stories devoted to graphic sex — and a few thoughts on sex & myth, sex & magic, and sex & the supernatural. The first of these tales, "The Lust Goddess..." has Club Med Martinique, a global gathering point for the hopelessly single, as it's setting. Rob can't believe his luck. In the first day, he has...
The Summoning Dr. Catherine D'Great finally opened the door. "Sorry to make you wait, Mr. Crachit. I'm running a little late today." Robbie took in the elaborate furnishings of her office: A desk made of pure petrified wood, a wide consulting couch that appeared to be sleep number adjustable, and two lava lamps mounted on opposite walls. Above him loome...
Talla was kneeling on the floor, releasing a drain plug from the bottom of a laundry bin. She wasn't supposed to be doing laundry. That was a job for Virgins, not Initiates. But her assignment with the children had ended and the new card had said to go here. "You're Talla?" She looked under the table she used for folding dry clothes and saw a pair of thin...
Mrs. Khanna ran into Mrs. Sorabji as the latter was stepping out of an exclusive shoe store at Nariman Point in Mumbai. "Hi Yasmin," exclaimed Mrs. Khanna," haven't seen you in ages! How are you?" "Very well, thank you. And you?" "Oh, vadhiya ji vadhiya," said Preeti Khanna jovially, then her eyebrows knitted into a frown, "you are a clinical psychologist...
(c) 2016 Stevie White London, 1996. "No, mate, I won't be drinking tonight—I can guarantee it," I told Solomon. "Anyway, I've done with all that, now. You know I have." It was 10pm on a pitch-black night; dark and bullied by the cold. No bigbrother Moon to stick up for it. It'd stopped raining, but the world was still groping black and oilywet. Bring som...