The tram rattled and shook as it passed over the junction at Ponds Forge, filled to the rafters with early morning commuters, close packed, limited standing room only. She stood holding the rail, her back to me, my right hand round her waist. As the tram climbed the lower reaches of the city of Sheffield so my left hand rose under her skirt. Chrissie was e...
Since the age of fourteen, Heather had been one of the maids at Lord James Montgomery's opulent estate. Her duties were primarily cleaning and some light cooking, and to assist the many other maids and butlers working at this rich man's mansion. Heather had no family and very few options, so it was with no small measure of gratitude that she had accepted thi...
Though we were still really strangers, I was getting more comfortable being with him. We had only been together twice since meeting on the Internet a few weeks ago. He was tall, muscular and very dominating in appearance. I on the other hand am a bit on the short side and being so slim I really looked quite feminine when in his presence. The first time we me...
I know my face must have turned white due to the blood draining from it. I could feel a tightness in my chest and found it hard to get my breath. Michelle stood looking at me and exclaimed, "Well, if you don't believe me, I have proof." She pulled a piece of paper from her book bag. I found it hard to focus on the words but I could make out pregnant and po...
Hello, there. My name is Christine Pierre. I'm a big black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend UMass-Boston, where I major in the promising field of Nursing. These days, life is good. I'm just a plus-size sister trying to get ahead in life, you know? This right here is the tale of what I've done to scratch a certa...
I heard a faint knock on my front door, morning sunlight beginning to spill in through my blinds. I got up and to tossed on a pair of pants to see who was waking me up. I pulled open the door getting ready to yell about the time of day it was and that they shouldn't be knocking this early but as I opened the door the words hung in my mouth. There stood the m...
After my wife died I was left with 2 young children. I spent as much time with them as I could, but my job sometimes required that I have dinner, or spend an evening with a client. On these occasions I rely on the neighbour's 18 year old daughter Katie to babysit for me. Katie is a beautiful young woman, but she is a good friend of the family and I never tho...
CHAPTER ONE A blind date. Anyone ever had one? It had been arranged by a mutual acquaintance for me to meet Julie at the country railway station on Friday at 4.30. She would be dressed in purple and she has brown hair. I left work early, drove into the city and parked the car. I made it to the station just on 4.30 and recognised her, except that her hair w...
I still remember the first time with him, and we still talk about it, seeing that we're married and all. The first time I met Matthew I could tell he was a geek, he was cute don't get me wrong, but still a geek. He excelled at every subject since he was my English tutor and math tutor and my academic advisor at our college. Ironically we ended up working in...
Copyright; Elizabeth Loring, August 18, 2006. All Rights Reserved. (No part of this story may be reproduced for any reason without explicit written permission from the author. Do not remove this copyright statement.) * SCOUTING THE ENEMY The key to success is to know as much as possible about your opponent. After twenty years of marriage, I knew quite a b...