"So, according to my doctor, I'm suffering from vaginismus." "I'm familiar with that," I said. "It's a not uncommon condition. Your vaginal muscles contract whenever a penis approaches your genitals." "Exactly!" Debbie seemed to relax some; up until then she had seemed, appropriately, very tense during the preliminary discussion leading up to her descripti...
Helena, my wife, began working for the doctor about 8 years ago. She is a very attractive brunette aged 37 and not only does she have a very pretty face but she has a matching figure. She has large breasts, slim waist and nice bum. She has a very trim figure after having 3 children. Admittedly the children have now grown up but she still mothers them just li...
HER My name is Caitlyn James. I have been married to Steve for three years. From the moment I met him until just recently I have been happier than I ever thought possible. For some reason, though, he has moved out of our home. He thinks I have been having an affair. I haven't but I'm angry at his lack of trust in me. He doesn't seem to realise that I love h...
There he was, just as always, working his way down the street. It was shortly before dusk and the shadows were already beginning to grow deep. Darkness would soon descend upon the town and its streets, but the gloom would be partly dispelled by the gas lamps. Mrs Lucy Gilyott, who used to be Miss Lucy Ormerod, was standing at the window of her drawing-room l...
As always, I appreciate any constructive criticism or compliments. I'm still getting the hang of this writing thing. Still not much steam, but I wanted to establish the characters first. Chapter 5 or 6 will probably start being juicier. Thanks for reading. :) ____________________ True to his word, Bobby really did not speak with or even look at Mellie duri...
"Do you still love me?" The voice was familiar. Slowly I turned towards it. "Do you still find me beautiful?" Her knee length dress was torn and stained red from gushing wounds, rumpled and tattered on her form as she lay before me. Her limbs were twisted and mangled, jagged ends of broken bones protruded through her skin, stark white against the crimson fl...
Author's Note Though not my first short story, this is my first short story in a very long time. Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Aside from the town in which this story takes place, any reference to persons, places or events is fictional. Any similarities are, of course, entirely coincidental. I hope you enjoy. * "Excuse me," I...
Transit Guy For You: The journals of a transit career Chapter 1 Entry 1 Beverly & Pamela Year 1 Entry 1: Introduction This is the first entry of what I hope to be many during my career in transportation. I decided to keep this journal to document my career. I am keeping this journal because of the stories I have heard from my elders. I found them intere...
I glanced around me, marvelling at the hustle and bustle. The two kilometres Avenue des Champs-Élysées was one of the most famous streets in the world and after a long day's shopping, Luciana and I were enjoying a martini and a slice of cake outside of the Restaurant Le Fouquet's Parisian brasserie. Each of our shopping bags was tucked away under our table....
In the semi-darkness of a Gothic mansion's basement two women in bathrobes stood in front of a row of tall, clear tanks. The smaller, lithe dark one looked up anxiously at the strongly built, older blond who in turn stared intently into the nearest tank. Inside a third women floated, naked, her hair waving gently in the current as minute bubbles rose in slow...