The school year is finally coming to an end. Rosé's hard work slowly coming to a stand point. Summer was nearing and vacation was on the mind of each student and teacher. Rosé had done her years work teaching all eighteen students in her French classes. Only a selected few wanted to learn the romantic language of French so her classes were kept to a minimal...
The Abductors of Euskera: The Taking of Vanessa Chapter 1: Vanessa's Dream Today was just another day, another passing clock-tick in a life of routine, yet the daily drudgery and stress were worth it as Vanessa pulled into her driveway and her eyes soaked in the spectacular mountainscape that towered above her little house. It was good to be home, she thou...
Hannah, Brandi and I all sat a table in the lobby area. Hannah and Brandi were dressed up in casual attire, and I was just in my red thong. I guess I met the minimal dress requirement that Cindy had suggested earlier. We each had a glass of rosé in front of us. Brandi rubbed her bare foot across mine to get me slightly aroused. "Here we are!" Cindy said as...
I remembered James O'Malley well. My 13 year old self had fallen hard for him, although I knew he didn't want to know. Now scanning Friends Re-united, my heart was beating a mile a minute. The J. O'Malley here - could he be my James? I called up his profile and there was no mistaking it. There were the clock-spring lashes that framed his soft blue eyes. Ther...
Tom inherited the Fisherman's Point cottage from Polly, his great aunt. At the time, Tom and Karen were living in a small garden flat in Shepherd's Bush. Karen was working as a marketing executive for a package holiday company. Tom was working as a freelance journalist, although what he really wanted to do was try his hand at writing a novel. The cottage wa...
Being seated on the open terrace of a café facing a broad square in warm sun watching the world go by and sipping at my second glass of the palest pink local rosé in April was ranking as one of the real pleasures of life. I had nowhere else to be, no one else to please; I was holidaying on my own in one of the most beautiful parts of the world. My sunlight...
When I dropped Leone back at St Albans on Sunday afternoon, she seemed a little quiet, as though she once again had a lot on her mind. 'Thank you for a wonderful weekend,' she said. 'No ... thank you,' I said. 'Without you, it wouldn't have been wonderful at all. I would have just been another year older. And I'm sorry that the teashop didn't work out.' '...
She sat very still in the afternoon room, staring out the balcony windows. The green leaves fluttered lazily in the warm wind. Red flowers drooped over the iron railing, their petals fluttering down into the street below. She watched, raptly; she heard the slow sounds drifting upward: cars, laughter, shouts, flits of conversations- spiraling, the heels of a...
Many of these characters are based on real historical figures, a couple are not. The events for the story's sake are totally fictional. ***** Doctor Jean Marc Gaspard Itrad seeks a young, female attendant to aid his studies at the National Institute of the Deaf: The candidate must be female, married or widowed, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five...
This is part 2 in a series of letters about my cuckolding. For context, read part 1. We open with O/our Bull knocking at the door on the fateful evening. ==== Already on my feet, i walked to the door and, fumbling with the handle a bit, opened it to see Him. Our eyes met. i saw His immediately slide down my nightgown as His grin widened. "Ah, good evening...