It was getting late, we were both pretty tired after a long Monday. We had just finished watching a movie and killing a bottle of wine. My wife's back was stiff and sore, however, and she suggested the hot tub for just a few minutes. This is a sure fire relaxer and sleep inducer for us both and I agreed. We turned the rest of the lights off in the house and...
Her Special Gift: The Dress... (director's cut) It was casual day at the High School were Jennifer taught and she and a few other teachers decided to wear school uniforms for a twist. Roger noticed his wife wearing the light cotton summer dress the students normally wore as she left for work and thought it was cute, however in the busy morning rush of getti...
The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to...
Scott slammed the car door and began to walk towards the store. He couldn't believe that he had been called in, especially after he had requested the night off. However, his date had canceled and none of his friends wanted to hang out, so he felt that he might as well go in when they called. It wasn't that he was opposed to the extra money, it was just the p...
He'd never been to Paris before; in fact he'd never been much of anyplace before. Even though he was with his wife and kids, he was struck by the romance of the city, from the Christmas lights at night to the endless couples, young and old, sitting at the multitude of cafes, drinking wine and people watching. There were street musicians playing music in the...
Note: this is a true story. * * * * * John was a graduate student studying English Literature when I met him. I was a senior studying business administration, and John had charmed me with his quick wit and his winning smile. We had met through mutual friends, and sparks had flown the moment we met, which was only a few months before. Our relationship was n...
The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...
Living in a small town of Boston, Massachusetts during the early 19th century, is a young Latina woman by the name of Rosalina. Her mother migrated from Brazil to Boston when she was just 4 years old. She is just one of many witches who must hide their secret identity from witch hunters who will hang her beautiful yet lifeless body for the townsfolk to gaze...
If she had not been distracted by a cobweb she suddenly saw hanging from the corner of the bedroom ceiling, she might not have spoken at all. She still would have wondered, but probably would never have asked Benett, "How do I look?" "Fine, Honey, fine." He gently moved her from in front of the mirror so he could adjust his tie. "Really," he continued, maki...
Ben walked into the squad room and straight up to Anderson's desk. "Hey, Trigger Happy, could you run the camera and tape recorder in the observation room? I got a talker. You're not going to believe this shit." "Yeah, sure, Ben. Let me grab a cup of coffee." Anderson sighed. He didn't mind the Trigger Happy thing, really. It was standard for anyone on temp...