Now that I had a home and a family I hated being away from them but my job took me to remote places in the world and I had no choice. Usually I was away for only a few days but sometimes for a week or more. The endless hanging about in airport lounges was misery and I loathed foreign hotels. I missed home cooking and it was only when I turned into the home r...
[Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Ari", one of my favorite stories by Just Plain Bob, a story that stayed with me long after I first read it. Like a number of his shorter stories, it builds the bomb, lights the fuse and sets off the explosion, but without going on to show what happens after the dust settles. I am deeply grateful to JPB for giving me his...
It was ten o'clock on the Sunday morning after the Company dance that I was in my living room, just collecting my suit jacket from the night before, which I'd left draped over a dining chair, and my phone rang. I opened it and saw that Piers was calling me. "Yes, Piers?" "Chris." And the hairs on the back of my neck went up, there was something in his voi...
Tales of a dirty old man - Ch 6 I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one. This is the sixth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. Once again this story would n...
**A special thanks to bikoukumori for editing this chapter** Max Roberts yawned. He was dead tired and completely worn out from worrying. His ass was numb from the uncomfortable plastic chair. It didn't help that Christian had been glued to him the whole time, he'd become used to it. The elevator dinged and the door slid open. A skinny elderly woman with...
Louise wiggled in her seat. She wasn't used to wearing a dress, hose and heels. Her legs itched and her feet felt as though they were on fire even though she had only walked as far as the car to the back yard where the wedding was being held. However, even more uncomfortable than the shoes and hose was the way Barb was staring at them. It was a stare filled...
**The ending to this little tale. I might look in on them later, I dunno. For now, this is it. I tried but I don't have enough time to really research the ins and outs of peerage. I think this might work. I do think it's a long way from an unhappy pair of people in a diner to here, so I like it. O_o ---------------- The woman wandered along the bank of the...
This is the fifth part of my story about a mature married woman who becomes the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss. Please read the previous chapters first as this will tell you the background to how we have got to here. As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome. =========...
NOTE: This tale was intended as a fantasy counterpart to 'Husks'. As such there is much ado about slugs and in general intimate creepiness that might not be everyone's cup of tea. * Queen Saphise drifted among the black foliage of her woods, its mists clinging to her voluptuous physique like a second skin. Tresses white as snow trailed behind each graceful...
Stacy H. -- Sept. 2005 I met Stacy in a Yahoo! chat room while I was at work. I was working as a valet for an apartment building in downtown Baltimore. I talked to her for a couple of weeks, never about anything too important, or meeting. When meeting did come up, we decided to meet and hangout the Friday before Labor Day weekend/ I had been texting her al...