A subtle wooden tap resounded throughout the small bedroom. It was late afternoon. The bed was unkempt, clothes of the day in a small heap at its foot. Jessica sat in her undergarments at her desk, thinking. Tap tap tap The pencil kept softly striking wood of the Ikea-bought desktop. Jessica was plotting. Her black hair cascaded carelessly behind her...
WARNING in this part, the word 'tomatoes' will be pronounced in the British way. Steel yourselves. Yes we know it is illogical, but we just don't care! Potatoes are quite safe. ***** Chapter Fourteen Wednesday 9 December 1970 I was leaving a conference room in the Royal Bolton Hospital on the following Wednesday in December, after I had been called in t...
The story that follows is a fantasy, containing elements recalling my past. Nobody is under eighteen, and you shouldn't be either, if you're about to read on. * My story began soon after leaving sixth form college, when I had just turned eighteen. Well before that, I had offers, but resisted them until I had at least an academic grounding. The offers had b...
Copyright Andyhm 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years o...
Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
This is my first story on here. Though the events are real, I've put a lot of effort into crafting it into an enjoyable read, and I think it's worth your time. I'd appreciate if you kept your comments kind and constructive so I can improve future stories. This is a "hotwife" story -- though my girlfriend and I aren't actually married yet -- about a girlfri...
"She's looking fuckin hot tonight, Aus," Andy said, barely attempting to lower his voice, as the hubbub rose. Terri and Mandy had arrived at the cricket clubrooms after our Wednesday evening game. This in itself was noteworthy. Terri never came to the clubrooms or the pub on a Wednesday night. She'd never said why, but her boyfriend Francis was quite contr...
'Listen to this next bit.' Danny Woodward's finger hovered over the page dramatically, as he read. ' "From the roof he saw a woman bathing. The woman was very beautiful, and David sent someone to find out about her." ' There was a knowing smile on Danny's lips, as he scanned the congregation. 'That's all it took. He's out taking the air one morning, thinking...
Preface Hi, I'm Rachel and this is another installment in my story about my life and what it has been like being burdened with the urge of being an exhibitionist. It is intended to be an insight into the thoughts and actions of a real girl / woman who is a closet and sometimes not so closet exhibitionist. This I fear will be a fairly tame story for some rea...
For 'David', with love from 'Cassie'. There's no-one I'd rather be in lockdown with. Thanks to BelleCanzuto for comments and confirming that the British English should be comprehensible to an average American. * "Hello, love? Wasn't expecting you to call until this evening. How're you doing?" "I got the internship! And, David, guess what -- they'll even...