~ "Anastasia Hughes," They call my name. I practically float over to the podium. I feel as if I could cry with happiness; and I just might. I reach for the envelope, my hands shaking with excitement. I look around, what's that noise? A bell, maybe. ~ I close my eyes, and when I open them again I'm in a room; a classroom, full of people hurrying around. "...
I had to go to my kids' school and just as I was about to leave, one of the young teachers, a gorgeous Asian girl, who was wearing a pleated skirt, walked past and around a corner. She had a beautiful face, almond eyes and luscious lips in a sensuous bow-shape. Her hair was raven-coloured and long. When I had first started lusting after her she was a coupl...
***I know this is short, but the next chapter will make up for it, I promise. Thank you to all those who've read, rated and commented, I deeply appreciate it. However, if you're going to send nasty reviews, have the balls not to do it anonymously.*** ---------------------------------------------- Several weeks had passed since the incident at Mike's house,...
Bryan waited impatiently in front of Sears; Maureen had asked him to meet her there to help her with some heavy window blinds she was picking up. Not that he really felt like carrying heavy blinds, but he figured that her “payment” would be well worth it! He sat on the bench daydreaming about how Maureen had fucked him last time and how he couldn’t believe...
On Sunday night we got around to our homework. Carol the marriage counsellor had told us to spend some time having a cuddle with our pyjamas on this week. No sex, no kissing - just 20 minutes of awkwardness before going to sleep. We could have been reading or watching a show from NetFlix, the laptop balanced on our knees. Instead, I'm holding Wendy around he...
Mirabelle only half believed what she had read on the toilet door at school, but she had gone so far now that she wasn't turning back; so toodle-hoo, and toodle-pip - she was going all the way, and that felt hip. Mirabelle put the Vaseline on her lips and on the hairbrush handle too, and wiped her finger with a bunch of toilet tissue that she had secured fr...
Twitterbook, MyFace, they were all the same he thought as he logged on yet again. An endless sea of people you don't know. What good was it? The people you do know, you can call or see in the normal day to day. So try something different this time Billy thought. He decided to search names of people he knew from his youth, but had lost touch with. After sev...
He paused from moving his food from one side of the plate to the other. "So, what do you do for a living?" She smiled. It was one of the oldest questions in the dating game. "Books." "Excuse me?" he asked, raising a puzzled eyebrow. "I own a bookstore. What line of work are you in?" "Well actually, I'm a high school P.E. teacher." What a boring, underpa...
This is a story which I have posted elsewhere but which I hope you might enjoy. All the characters in this story are entirely fictional and the rights to them are vested in the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or departed, is entirely coincidental. ***** At 35 Anne Sullivan was what one might politely call plain. She wasn't - and never reall...
Chapter 00: An Introduction The global financial crisis hit many average Americans like a tidal wave. The white collar community started to struggle to afford their mortgages, send their kids to upmarket schools, and in general to live the lifestyle they had become accustomed. High flying stock brokers, marketing executives, IT professionals and many others...