Ash took a deep breath. For as good as life had been for the trainer, things were starting to become... stale. It felt as if he was stuck in a loop of sorts, unable to break free no matter what he did. "I just want a change." he thought, laying down in his bed. Sleep came quickly, with him unaware of what would await him come tomorrow.What's next?...
Jonathan stood with a foot on the bar rail sipping at his drink. This was his first visit to the Canadian Capital, and he was dreading it already! That very morning it was forty Degrees Celsius when he boarded his flight, yet upon landing here it was cold, windy, raining and thirteen. He also found all the French they spoke most confusing, lastly to top it...
This and future follow-up stories are based on fact. As an aging male of tall and solid build, I had started to give up on the possibility of further sexual encounters, but sometimes miracles happen. This is just such a story. Well here I was at another damned exhibition. My lady partner of many years had got us involved in promoting a health product that...
Somewhere in the Rigel 14/4/7 Sector she suddenly appeared outside the viewport. The navicom would indicate exactly where, because I uttered an exclamation and a question: "Great heavens! What's that?" The first part was appropriate, as I was, from the point of view of my planetary starting-point, celestially situated. The second part might equally have been...
Cold Brook is a sleepy little village of about 300 people located well north of Utica, New York, and that's where this story is based. It's about an aging doctor names Ulysses Baxter who has been a General Practitioner for the majority of his 69 years in Cold Brook, and while many of his patients have either passed on or started going to big city doctors, Dr...
I was asked to participate in a program to teach the elderly how to use a computer, but instead of conducting these lessons at a centre, where many of our senior citizens feel embarrassed by their mistakes in a group, this service was done in their own homes, using their own computers. The computers they would be using to do their banking, emails and surfing...
Mr Berne watched with satisfaction as the sissy paraded in the post room. Sissy walked gracefully in high heels. His ballet training made it easy. He knew how to walk like a woman. He had practiced, and he could walk with a book balanced on his head. It gave him poise, and the high heels gave elegance to his calves. The skirt was short enough to look slutty,...
Many, many apologies for the tardy follow up everybody, but I must admit I'd never written a sex scene before and was nervous about disappointing people. So, I very much hope people appreciate my efforts, as always comments are welcome, as are suggestions for the plot of the follow up! Enjoy! ***** Jamie pulled the strap of Agnes' dress all the way down...
It was as I was returning from a trip up to Manchester that I saw the sign: 'Stewartby Park Prestige Hotel'. I vaguely remembered hearing that the old place had been converted, some years after she died, but it hadn't really hit home to me until that moment. Before I'd even realised it I'd swung the car between the gate posts and started up that familiar wid...
A two day drive to Los Angeles and the road just seem to get longer and longer. She had been driving across the Mojave Desert and came to the first place that offered a cold drink. A rustic old service station on the side of the road. A soda machine was in plain view, like an oasis. "Hi." Lynn addressed the elderly Indian lady sitting outside by a table of...