Kathryn had just taste tested a spaghetti noodle when the doorbell rang. Not bothering to remove her cooking apron, she walked to the front door. She opened the door to find Paul Trowbridge with a small bottle of wine and a gaudily wrapped box. Now, look, Paul, I've told you, you don't need to give me gifts every time you visit. Only every other time." She...
First of all, I want to excuse my poor English, I'm not a native English speaker. Big thanks to Steve who did check my story and fixed it. Cambridge Caine and Katie Irwin created the world of Mail Girls. If you haven't done it already, read their stories too, as my stories continue after theirs... ***** Jenny had been running almost an hour non-stop all ov...
It was nearing the end of yet another boring day in college, I was thankful that it was Friday and that in a few hours the weekend would be here. As I left the second before last lesson of the day, packing my bags I remembered which class I had next, and couldn't help but smile. You see around about mid-term the regular I.T teacher had gotten sick and had t...
Something occurred in my life and I just had to write about it. Actually something happened to my wife and I that was extraordinary. And the story must be told. We had a threesome. Big deal? For us, it was a big deal. It will most probably never happen again and it probably shouldn't. It was an once-in-a-lifetime situation. Here's some background informa...
It's eleven o'clock at night and I'm lying in bed next to my boyfriend Mitchell Voltaire. Watching him sleep. When he's awake, he's really something. Six feet two inches tall and two hundred and forty pounds of hard-bodied black man. A force to be reckoned with. He's come through for Southeastern Massachusetts University's football team time and again as the...
"Wait," Race told the cab driver as he opened the cab door. The Vinchelle residence was a two-story Georgian colonial, with a straight flagstone walkway leading to the door. Race walked it like a last mile. He pressed the doorbell with trepidation. He was somewhat relieved when the door opened, and a bearded white man, maybe an inch or two taller than him, a...
Usually, Marc rode his bicycle for exercise―hard. It was the the one kind of fitness he did outside the gym. On this lazy Saturday afternoon, things were different. He pedaled apathetically through the August sun, which beat down through a sky of sparse cirrus clouds. It was almost a month since his girlfriend had left him for a lawyer. True, their relations...
The conference was a rushed affair. As interoffice emails flashed down neatly hid cables the vast majority uttered a mutual groan of despair since the meeting was called late Friday afternoon just minutes away from everyone going home for the weekend. It came about because one of the firm's senior partners had discovered issues with the total number of billi...
CHAPTER 7 - The Hunters Visit. "Get up you lazy git!" "What...No!" Effy groaned, someone was shaking her. "Fuck off." "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, you'll be late," the voice came again, Effy's mind starting to work properly, recognising who it was, as they continued to shake. "Amy, get off," she was having a great dream, back in yesterday'...
Yellow Fever Ray acted as my friend as well as my boss on the job, helped me get materials I needed, for example, sometimes let me into the storage area usually off-limits to faculty to search for myself. On our (artificial) beach weekend with him and Martha he talked about a trip he and a friend took to Thailand and a night they spent there. Martha and...