Setting: Jessica was a good friend of mine from primary school. As a favour, i'd driven out and fetched her and a couple of friends back from a night of drinking. "Hi James!" came Jessica's cheerful voice as she and 2 other girls clambered into the back of my car. As I drove off back to the address one of those lively girls had chirped out, they intro...
On the day that I first met my Mistress, my entire journey had passed in a constant state of nervous anticipation. I had received detailed instructions through the post, including a map of the harbour and details of how to find it. My Mistress would be waiting aboard her boat and I wasn't to meet her until I had been prepared. I read the letter repeatedly, o...
I live in a small apartment block, it's just outside of the town centre and neatly placed beside a nice big park, it's nothing special and neither are the people who live in the building with me, so much so that I've never even spoken to them. There is the guy who stays in number 3 who thinks he is a superstar dj nearly every night but really just has poor t...
Aww, I'm so sorry you're having a bad day, Sugar! Here, sit down, take a break. Do you want a drink? Here, take the comfortable chair. No, no; let me get your shoes. Here. I'll take them off. There. Is that better, with me rubbing your feet? I'm smiling up at you, and I can see that you're still a little grumpy. Must have been an extra-rough day. I smirk u...
Janice Demise was nearly a half-hour early to pulling into her parking spot at work. She worked as a cashier in a major department store in the Midwest. She waved briskly at her co-worker Ruthann Smythe as they walked into the store together. Ruthann pulled aside her short carrot-topped friend and in a sing-songy voice said, "Something got into you last ni...
I read what Frédéric wrote about me and my subscription to the massage institute. I will tell you more. I regularly go back to the institute as I have a subscription that allows me an unlimited number of sessions. But what I like most is when we both go with my husband. It's more rare because he works, but it happens quite regularly on weekends. I realize...
Some years ago now we lived in Turner on a street with a number of nice bungalow type houses. Almost all the residents were seniors in various states of immobility or ill health. It is not so surprising then that we made friends with the only other young couple in the street. We occasionally ate together and sometimes went on excursions to local beauty spots...
Note: This story is part of a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #8, is called "Happy Birthday." It has been posted here...
Wife shares Panty Husband with her BFF As most women, my wife, Jessie, has a friend who she has known for over 40 years. They were together constantly until we moved. Now they email, talk on the phone and once every two or three years her friend visits us for a long weekend. She always comes alone, never with her husband. That's so my wife and her friend ca...
The guidance counselor, Megan Freedman, handed me the key to my hotel room and I couldn't believe the day was finally over... well, after we do midnight bed checks, anyway. Today's bus ride was long and the endless singing of the juniors didn't make it go by any faster -- I'm surprised I still have my hearing. Such is the life of a high school teacher. Ton...