This is the first chapter of a series of stories based on some real-life experiences of mine. The names of those involved have been changed for a number of reasons, but the events themselves are unaltered. I hope you enjoy these pieces, and feel free to comment as you see fit. * Lizzy and I met on Halloween. My friend Joe and I had decided to celebrate All...
I was returning home following a meeting with a prospective client. I am a freelance photographer and was feeling elated having secured the account, which was for the illustrations in his company's new catalogue. It was late July and very hot. The main road was very busy so I decided to use secondary roads and enjoy the fine weather. As the car climbed a sl...
Minding his own business he was engrossed in his laptop with no idea of how this otherwise fairly ordinary day would unfold. "Those passengers currently seated in gate 8 awaiting the outbound flight to Edinburgh would you please proceed to gate 2 where your flight will now board from". No apology or explanation, he packed up the laptop and started making his...
Somewhere in the humid night, the cold howl of a siren rises and fades, low and muffled, but audible enough to peck into the restless mind of the young woman amid the rumpled sheets of her bed. The muted absence of the sound following the siren's passing seems even more intrusive, peppered with the softest murmurs of the apartment. The hum of air conditionin...
I parked across the street from the address she had given me. A tastefully crafted oak mailbox stood next to a paved lane that dissapeared into a heavily wooded lot that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction along the road. So far all signs indicated that this woman was sitting on some money and that seemed to make her appear all the more tragic....
If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to...
It had been a long time since I had last seen Helenka. Over five years in fact. She had been one of my best friends in the whole world. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mum but once a month I'd go and stay with my dad for a few days. Even though this was supposed to my dad's time with me, I usually spent at least half the time at Helenka's house....
Kay became a secretary right out of high school. Her typing skills are incredible and she is an excellent listener. She is probably one of the few secretarial types around that still knows shorthand. When Kay first started working, she worked for an independent contractor. When he retired, she went to work for the AB&L Company, the company her former boss d...
A few years back I met a lady Software Engineer in a conference at Bombay. She was in her early thirties. She was tall, charming, intelligent with two seductive eyes and a voluptuous body that could inflame passion in any male. On the first day of the conference I read a paper on software implementation engineering that had attracted her attention. She was w...
I have known the Greens all my life, Ryan, is the oldest boy, the closest to my age at just one and a half years younger than me. Stephen is the next at four years younger than me. The last of the boys is Liam Green. Liam is six years younger than me, at just 18 years old. The lads have been like brothers to me since I was little. I am not afraid to tell t...