The bell rang and, as we noisily gathered our books and folders, Mademoiselle Amaury announced, "OK! Tomorrow we will talk about advanced statistical analysis." This drew a loud groan from just about everyone in the class, myself included, and I nudged Chloé gently. "You mean there's more advanced stuff than what we've been doing for the past six weeks?" I...
Belinda Rose My wife Posted on the internet I stared at the screen "Fucking Hell, That's my wife. I know it is." Our marriage had come to this. We no longer made love. My wife, the Politician was now public property, too busy for the boys and me. I now had to rely on porn for any form of gratification and tonight what do a I find, on a website entitled, '...
It was Simmons' turn to cook, and she soon proved the old canard about English cooking wrong. Everyone enjoyed a hearty meal during the debrief. That was an idea Coulson had come up with to increase morale. But halfway through the discussion of the Dubai mission, Coulson got up with his phone buzzing. "Sorry, gang, urgent matter. Finish the meal without me a...
I was sitting at my desk fighting to stay awake when the loud thud of another falling stack of manila folders snapped me to full consciousness. It took me a second to remember precisely where I was, and when the realization hit I sighed bitterly in the back of my throat. "Everything o.k. Mr. Moran?" The pimply face of our summer intern, James, filled my vi...
Practically everyone I know says I'm a control freak. After a few years in the business world, I've learned the devil is in the details. Even the tiniest things can change the course of events in your life. Oh yeah, I admit it, I'm that guy. I'm the one that won't go shopping without a list and changes my oil exactly every four thousand miles. Each of my day...
Thanks to Ravenna933 for her copyediting and plot development suggestions. ***** I woke to the call of prayer blasting through the hotel window. I groaned and rolled over, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 6 AM, and I remembered this least favourite aspect of sharing a bed with Rania, the necessity of all Muslims to rise with the su...
Chapter 3 Time seemed to stand still as Aoife embraced Michael. Standing there, wrapped in a golden leathery cocoon, Michael was tense, his muscles flexing, ready to endure what was to come. Aoife felt the tension coming off Michael in waves. "Be calm Michael, there is nothing painful in this. It will be a sensation the likes of which you have never known...
Author's note: This probably-final episode of an extended romantic memoir is probably fictional. All sexual acts involve humans of age 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish-language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. You do not NEED to read the first two episodes (BEFORE RUT...
The first part of this story was posted in Trannsexuals and Crossdressers, 'The Creation Of Shanna', the second part is posted in BDSM under the title 'Mrs. Montrose'. To understand what's going on fully you need to read these first. If you want a little mindless fun, forgo the earlier chapters and enjoy. ................................................. M...
A pattern developed over the next few weeks. Sammi and Mike maintained the steamy atmosphere between them, but neither pushed it further. She became used to hearing about the most lurid experiences and making notes about them in his consulting room as Mike mentally undressed her. She didn't do that at work, but in the privacy of her bedroom he was naked, be...