LXIX Ivory Towers Iris 2058 Iris had never lived anywhere other than London before in her life, but now here she was: renting a room in an ancient sprawling house in the suburbs of Oxford. Although she'd had to make new friends, was now earning somewhat less money than she'd used to and had to sleep on a disgusting mattress that should have been replace...
I should have kept it to myself. Walking on fallen blossom leaves, the tree-lined boulevard carried the scent of hope. In a brief interlude of sunlight, we basked in the first warmth of spring. Fingers entwined, her expression pensive and doleful, we stopped for a moment under a weathered statue; it must have looked glorious once. I used to enjoy the silen...
She came to me as a friend. As the friend of a daughter of a friend, really. I am a professor of economics at a second (or third) tier university in western Canada. I am divorced, my children are adults, and I traverse my middle age years alone (even living alone in a condominium row house). I am fit, despite my years, though not the athlete I once was. I...
Your feedback is most welcome. ***** My name's Dan Zander. I've been working as a journalist since I graduated from college. For a long time I covered local news for local newspapers, basically hopping from one sinking ship to the next. Fifteen years ago I got a break, and for a while now I've been in the jet set, working for Rolling Stone. Traveling a...
Abigail seemed to be getting over her fear of balloons, we had 2 other times where I blew up a balloon and she would lay on it to pop it. That was her favorite way to pop it, it seemed like. So anyways, trying to introduce balloons in our sex life actually made it more fun because now we are starting to do random things instead of just picking only to mastur...
copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. (Author's note: This "just for fun" story was inspired by a recent news report regarding a hotel in Turkey where the male employees had been sacked for "accommodating" the female guests. It's also a nod of appreciation to the stories by New Forester.) * * * Beatrice was sitting on the divan in her comfortably appo...
James Woodward stepped off the vaporetto and began to make his way across the paved approach to the railway station. Like the rest of Venice, it was hot and crowded. Fellow travellers with large suitcases, arriving or departing, lumbered in the heat or stood like islands on a concrete sea, forcing others to walk around them. The steps up to the station entra...
I had a desire to get back into writing but due to the many rejection notices I received about bad grammar, I had to give this matter more consideration. When I look back I remember thinking,"Damn this English lesson could be used to torture enemy soldiers, and if they did not pass the test, they would be forced to clean the waste out of an atomic powered b...
It was another hot, humid and sunny day. I had begun, at last, to acclimatise to the stickiness of northern Thailand, though coming in the wet season was not a smart move. There were thunderstorms most days and the aftermath was a bath of sweat. But there were advantages too. There were far fewer tourists and in a small town like the one I was in, it was rar...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I never expected what happened that night. I had the queen's egg deep in me and when I arrived in the King's bedroom I found him not moving. Not breathing. He had passed. The autopsy showed that he had choked to death on a piece of meat. I had 16 hours before the egg in me...