For the next few days she was really attentive, cooking him his favourite meals, and always sitting next to him on the sofa once the kids were in bed. She would bring him cups of tea and lift his arm to slide under it and into his embrace, something she had seen her late sister Jen do with him all the time. Brian would be sat in his narrow armchair of course...
The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, the Brain Suckers from Zork erased my memory... * It was the tapping on the window that woke me up. At first, I thought it was just the wind, driving pellets of sleet against the glass. It was March in Boulder, and the weather report...
"Paul, can you believe the grades your son got?" "Oh he's my son in this scenario?" "No A's, no B's, a ton of C's, two D's, and an F in calculus." "Yea I remember calculus being hard when I took it," Paul replied. "How is he going to get into college with these grades?" "Cindy," Paul said as he put his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. "He'll get...
It had been six months since I had bought my flat and the size of the mortgage and my accumulated student debt in three years at college and two years training left me with little free cash, as the flat had two good sized bedrooms I decided that if I got a flatmate the extra cash would enable me to live a little again and have a social life. I put a add in...
She walked into the room slowly, the terry cloth bathrobe cinched up tight. Her face was over done as requested, too much blush and lipstick, gaudy eye shadow and thick eye liner. The cheap blonde wig made her look like another person all together, and that was the point. I wanted her to feel like a different woman; a stranger in her own skin, able to break...
To my dear sister, I was barely able to write last night's letter, thanks to the attentions of the puppy lust sprites. They don't get tired. It's getting harder and harder to find time to write these, much less find time to get someone to send them. Still, I hope that soon they will not be needed. I think I am beginning to see how things on this Ranch work....
It was a nice spring day and I was up early, as always, to get in a brisk walk with my dog. Dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt on a crisp and clear day, we set out for our daily jaunt. On most days we would put in almost two miles. There were several regulars that we'd see on the walk, some walking, some riding bikes and others jogging. One woman that I sa...
This is a mostly true story, based on my personal interactions with the most engaging woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I of course changed her name and a few locations to protect our privacy but the bulk of these experiences actually happened, there's just a tiny bit of fluff for your enjoyment. I love what's happened between us, so much so that...
The store was practically empty, besides the cashier standing behind the counter, twirling her dark hair in her finger. She was a fine looking woman, about the age of twenty, with large hips, big brown eyes, and a good sized pair of breasts. Even though she was leaning on the chubby side, she still had curves to her that would drive any man wild. She wore bl...
As well as translating this story into English, I have changed some of the names. After all, with just a single tongue, even if you could pronounce 'ek#q*t*' you wouldn't know it's a fur bearing bird. Tramlivia is a Queendom on my home planet. Like most civilized countries we do not practice incarceration of convicts, that would be cruel and inhumane. On th...