All the characters in this story are above 18. The female protagonist is 25 and the male protagonist is 75 years old. ***** "Hey Tracy! What's up girl?" Tracy looked up and gazed into the familiar baby blues of her best friend and a psychologist, Elena Brooks. "Hey Lena!" she responded. "So.." Elena drawled as she sat on a chair beside Tracy's. "What do...
It was the first weekend in June and having just finished my exams I was up in London, visiting my girlfriend. She was out at work though, and one of her other flatmates, Jane was off with her new boyfriend, which left just me and her other flatmate Lisa in the flat. Lisa had just been dumped by her boyfriend and probably failed her second year, so wasn't ha...
He was late, as usual, the sucky traffic did him in. Seattle was such a difficult place to get around in. It was a wonder people didn't shoot each other. Nah, then it would be LA. He was looking forward to this after a long day of cubical surfing. He sometimes felt like a rodent in a maze. The stress of his situation was tremendous. He pulled into the p...
It was less than an hour after the studio opened that she walked through its brightly painted doors. Not being a morning person that put it sometime after one in the afternoon, probably around mid-week. She looked young, very young, with long chestnut-brown hair, oval-shaped face, and startling almond shaped eyes that were almost amber in color. Her skin wa...
The band was loud and the room was hot. A small out of the way bar. A very tight fit. A long narrow room, the band platform was at the end of the long bar facing down the room. Tall round tables and bar stools scattered along the wall opposite the bar. The dance floor was pretty much the aisle and a small area in front of the band. Whatever space was not occ...
"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asks. "Yes," he replies, reclining back in the big leather chair. She nods, but looks past him, staring out across the grey panorama of the city beyond the window. She allows herself a thin smile as she reaches for the top button of her blouse. She runs her fingers down her front, deftly popping each of the butt...
THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTIONAL STORY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PRSONS IS STRICTLY COINCIDENTAL. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY STORIES OF SEXUAL CONTEXT DO NOT READ. It was at the beginning of my shift, working 7pm to 7am, when I checked the list of employees that would be working with me the entire night. The census was low so I new we would be short staffed. Just as...
Chris Everwood leaned back in his chair and stared out the window of Fullerton College. Chris loved his job mainly because this was a school for girl's only and had strict rules to keep the students in line. This saved him from a lot of stress and provided an excellent view a majority of the time. It was the first class of the semester, a new group of incom...
I never even got her name. I have no contact information for her, nor any way of ever seeing her again. Unless I see her ad again or go back to the same spot and hope she is still wearing her white Cashmere sweater and that it means the same thing it meant last week. I have jumped ahead a little bit... (Last Thursday) I was at work and bored as usual. I wa...
Tomorrow, Valentine's Day, I'd be leaving the UK for Italy, at least for a few years, maybe longer. I'd accepted a three-year junior lecturer position at the Università di Roma, and if it led to an extension or even a tenured post then goodness knows when I'd next be back in England for anything but a flying visit. I should have been happy. I should ha...