Billie added the last decoration from the package to the pine tree in her front yard with trepidation. "Damn, I should have bought more," she mumbled after glancing at the finished project. An empty spot near the top needed some ornaments. Grabbing a shiny red ball and a silver bell from where they hung at the back of the tree, she repositioned them to fi...
Eleanor stared in the mirror. At thirty-three, after three children, she was not the beautiful young cheerleader that Stan had met in high school. Was that what this was all about? Swinging? Just the word made her cringe. A swingers' party no less. Not something this soccer mom would have ever thought about. But what choice did she have? Stan made it perfe...
At first Eleanor thought it was the light streaming in through the narrow window that had woken her, but the awful feeling of discomfort that seemed to be spread out across the whole of her body soon made her realise that it had been responsible instead. The light, she realised had been in the background of her perception for some time and the more unpleasan...
In my work as a limousine driver I meet all sorts of passengers: executives, party goers, airline passengers and the occasional celebrity. I had a very interesting job recently. I was booked to collect a passenger, a lady called Eleanor, from some kind of evening reception. From the address in a smart part of London I guessed it would be a pretty classy eve...
The pre-med class at a well-known New England College had 22 men and only 1 woman in it. This story is about that woman. We will call her Eleanor not her real name as she has a practice in the Northeast. This story occurred in the mid seventies. Eleanor was a little older than the men in the class. She became a nurse first, and then went back to school to be...
Dedicated to a couple of very good online friends, who both suggested I should submit this. I hope you appreciate it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Comments always welcome. Names and places changed, yada yada. It's fairly difficult to know where to start on this one. I'd known Eleanor for years, as long as I could remember. She was an old school friend of...
This is the fourth and final segment of Quartet. I hope you haven't lost interest in the stories, but I felt the last segment lacked something and I wanted to spend more time on the finale. Thanks for your patience. Eleanor Charlton married George Sunderland on a rainy, cold day in March, 1970 in Calgary, Alberta. It was an omen. She was twenty two years o...
Another, final chapter of Student Support is in draft stage. But in the meantime, here's a self-contained story that came to me early one morning during a cold snap. Everybody is eighteen or older. Comments welcome. * It was snowing lightly as I made my way slowly along the lane that, according to my sat nav, should be where Louise Medhurst lived. There se...
Eleanor closed her eyes, trying to strain against the hurt. She heard the swish of the loop of baling wire in Adam's hard hand, and searing pain, a burning line of it crossed her soft, plump buttocks. Eleanor had to stay still. Otherwise Adam might bind her hands and feet with rope, as he thought she was a bit of a "Squirmer". But she'd been trained to lie...
Eleanor Hewitt was a hot cougar and damned if she didn't know it! Few women at age 46 looked the way she did. It didn't come easy though! No matter how hectic her work life became, she made sure to hit the gym three times a week, go swimming, and do some yoga. A careful diet and lots of exercise kept her waistline thin. Not only did she have a trim figure,...