Step One: The Introduction She rose to her feet erratically and extended her hand it too was shaking. "Michael?" She asked her voice nearly cracking. He smiled and it lit up the coffee house and he took her hand and gave it a few gentle pumps before letting go. "Carol?" He asked as he directed with a gesture that they should sit. "You can relax I am here...
Charlie's was busy, but then it was Friday and Charlie's was always busy on Friday's. He sat at the bar looking around at the chaos that was swirling around the room. There was the usual mix of workers. Normal 9 to 5 types, their work done and there were retail workers, finished for the day and pretending for now that they did not have to go back to work in...
I once read somewhere that only mature women can wear purple successfully. I hate the word mature. It connotes old age, rather that sophistication, which is closer to the mark. But you can be sophisticated and not mature. If you have not experienced this, you will just have to trust me until you experience it for yourself. Besides, old was not a term I would...
Naomi Phillips stood at the bus stop, her shoulders slumped, eyes staring ahead blankly. Her mind kept going over and over the events of the summer, when she and her parents had moved to this new neighborhood. They were so happy and then... Why did her father have to have a fatal heart attack? Why was he having an affair with his secretary? How could he hav...
Jack heaved the heavy basket of groceries on to the handlebars of his bike and set off on his delivery run. This was the last of his deliveries this afternoon. Mrs. Kelly's large family ensured that her delivery would always be the largest and the heaviest. He liked going to her place and left it to last so he could linger and talk. Mrs. Kelly was a big jo...
Wandering through the stark halls of her ancestral castle, Kenna felt the silken robes of her station sliding against her bare skin. She felt the familiar pang of worried anticipation for the task she was required to do, a slithering anxiety niggling within her consciousness. Barely eighteen years of age, the Matriarch of her house had transitioned into the...
I wrote this ten years ago, so it's long overdue for another outing. It's mostly a romance with only a smattering of sex, so if it's the latter you want, maybe try my stories in the Incest section. ***** Eyes closed, my nostrils wafted in long ago memories. "Dad!" I lifted my head from the bouquet, and glared at Tom. "OK son. There's no cause to shout,...
Somewhat bewildered by the turn of events, I stood staring out the window, watching Jessica's car back into the street and speed away. Had I gotten myself into another situation, where I would be sorry for my behavior? Taking a deep breath, I sighed and realized that it couldn't be all that bad. I know that I had enjoyed myself and thought that Jessica had t...
She was being stalked. She knew it, but couldn't prove it. It was subtle things like the colour of the car always parked on her street that had never been there before. Sure it could be new neighbours, but she hadn't seen anyone move in or out recently. It was the odd postcards she was receiving. They weren't addressed directly to her, but she'd been living...
I MY HUSBAND'S WHORE Through the years Herbie's pride in my long, full tits has been strong. In fact, he wants other men to see me in the nude, which suits my bent toward exhibitionism. An early phase of my self-display involved my brother's boy friends, but a year or two younger than I. We got our thrills--I showing, they seeing--at odd times about our...