Jessica loved her job. There was something so heartwarming about teaching elementary school. She was usually in charge of third- and fourth-graders, and she thought that was just the perfect age: young enough that they still respected adult authority and hadn't descended into the depths of teenage hooliganism, but old enough that they were starting to beco...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All characters are over the age of 18 years old and all players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the opportunity of full-time work at a retirement home came along I couldn't believe my luck and I jumped at the chance. Massage is a tough gig. It's kind of ironic that a pr...
I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town’s name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street. It’s fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industri...
Warning: The following story contains gender transformation, nonhuman (anthropomorphic werewolf), and mind control elements. Those who wish to avoid such things might prefer to read something else. ***** Life in the Windspear Moors was hard, of that there was no doubt. Its rocky ground was little use for crops, making even the most humble vegetable patch a...
Our marriage flourished even as it changed. We didn't have any long discussions about John because I didn't pursue them. I didn't probe because I knew it would make her defensive and because I concluded it didn't matter. What they did on their time was their time. When she was with me her focus was on me. She often told me how much she loved me and more im...
Author's Note: The board game the students play in this story is inspired by the computer game the protagonists play in Wollstonecraft's Party. ***** It was our freshman year at (name removed) University. What? Oh, sorry...I can't have anyone tracking this back to me because of what I did. I've changed our names, too. My new name will be...umm...Danielle....
Amit had seen her when she worked as a maid in the city. He had been ten years old then and now was 25. A nice lady who had been widowed when she was just 35, she was left with two small children. She stayed in the servant's quarters in a home somewhere, in the colony where Amit's family lived. He was quite surprised to see her and asked her if she was Kami...
Twenty years ago, enrolling at University was an exercise in patience and resolve. Prior to the on-line enrolment world, you had to visit multiple offices and departments, gaining numerous approvals, permissions, stamps and franks. I remember thinking that it was probably made intentionally difficult to sift out the people who didn't have the requisite motiv...
I'm Anna, a small-town-librarian, who loves to fly, but I wasn't always so brave about it. In fact, not too long ago, I began all of my flights with a death-grip on the armrests, praying my head off. This irrational fear led to a bit of fun with George, and several months later...a LOT of fun with Sean. It all started, one quiet afternoon at the library, wh...
Betsy seemed like almost the perfect mate. I was 28, single, had been very successful the first three years I worked for the most prestigious law firm in Austin trying lawsuits against large multinational corporations that tried to screw average people, and was tired of the dating scene. I wanted a woman to share my life with; and kids. Everything about Bets...