When I moved to London it was an unusually warm June. I was twenty-five, nervous, and woefully naive. Friends were getting engaged, married, having babies. Some were finishing doctorates or travelling. And I had long since come to the conclusion that the kind of raw, explosive attraction I had read about or seen on the TV didn't exist for everyone. At least,...
As always this story is exclusively my property and may not be reproduced or republished without my express permission. Any resemblance to people living or dead is a coincidence. This story is entered into the Valentine's Day Story Contest. Please don't forget to comment and vote! --- I'd moved to Toronto just two days before the company picnic. I hadn't...
The Rolls and the Pipe: Chapter 3 Chapter 3 of The Rolls and the Pipe is here. It's a dual perspective piece, and therefore will be a bit longer than the other two chapters. Things might get a bit steamier in this chapter than the other two, but as I write this, I don't know. Words flow from me and onto my keyboard, resulting in text on the computer monitor...
My family were holidaying at a little town out by the coast when I first saw her. I'd driven down to one of the local beaches and was relaxing with the sun, sea and sand, getting acquainted with some of the guys on the beach and casually flirting with some of the girls. Just after lunch some cars arrived and a bunch of young people came pouring out of them...
A bright, sunny afternoon in Los Angeles had faded into a cool, cloudy night. After a day of studio work that started when the sun rose, Anna Kendrick left the building and looked up at the dark sky as the clock passed ten. "Another day gone," she thought to herself as she walked towards her Honda Accord. "You've been reliable but this girl needs a thrill,"...
Damn the bad weather! I was looking forward to taking this old tub out under sail today, have to do it another time. Nice blouse. Glad to see the spirit of the '60s is still alive. Hope nobody else saw your big brown nipples saying hello to the world through your nice light-blue blouse. Come on down below before that squall catches up to us. Seems you got a...
A pair of owls hooted a call-and-response to each other back in the pines. The shadows were lengthening; it was getting dark up here, and the denizens of the night were taking over. Jace Morgan gripped his shotgun tightly, nervously glancing around the forest. He'd been coming up here since he'd been a little kid; he knew every rock, every tree in these woo...
This happened a long time ago; in the nineteen sixties, a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I'd known Miss Princess since I was fifteen when she and her sailor husband moved into one of the two ground floor apartments in the two storied building obliquely opposite to where I lived with my grandparents. Soon after moving in she started making and sel...
"You'll never guess where I come from," Rachel Van Boeijen said, smiling faintly. Sitting opposite her inside The Page Break, the Starbucks located inside the Carleton University library, Kinuthia "Ken" Makenga stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully. The international student from Kenya was one of the special mentors and tutors assigned to the International S...
I was at a bit of a loose end and currently sitting on a bench to one side of the park, playing with my phone. On the far side of the park was a series of netball matches that I had been watching but then one of the umpires had suggested that I moved along as I was no longer required. I protested, naturally. All I had been doing was standing there encouragi...