She thought her beauty could get her anything. After all, it meant nothing to her but it meant so much to others. That was until she met him. Surprise! * You sit down on a stool at the end of the bar and look around. Your eyes rest on me as I take a drink from my glass. I smile inwardly, and enter into a silent conversation with you as if you're actually s...
This is module one, chapter eight. This is going to be a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 3 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. Module one, our main character is a senior in high school. He learn...
Aargh! My tablet just blew up with calendar reminders. I love my work, but lately it's been overwhelming. I have been a corporate attorney for nearly 25 years and also sit on several non-profit boards of directors. While I get to do pretty much what I went to school for and trained to do, the lifestyle doesn't leave much—or any—room for a personal life. I've...
Author's Foreword & Acknowledgement This story is purely an erotic, fictional fantasy, developed solely from the present author’s weird imagination. The events & individuals portrayed are completely fictional & not based on any actual real-life cases from either group to my knowledge. The following story is set in a particular context, & part...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St.Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for posh girls. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls. I'm quite senior and being in my forties I'm old enough to be their fathers. At St.Matilda's the girls wear a schoolgirl uniform. That comprises a white blou...
Note: This is a third chapter, and it would be best if you read the first and second chapters of "Sensitivity Can Mean a Lot" before you read this. Chapter 3: Training Day becomes Training Night Ms. White now looked at Beercan, and said, "The rest of the boys are heading for their showers before dinner. You will meet them all formally and now be instructe...
My heart skipped a beat when the boss stopped by my cubicle, and I'm sure I blushed when his eye caught mine. I was on the phone with a client, and suddenly very conscious of my end of the conversation - especially when the boss smiled and gave me a thumbs up as he listened - but also eager to get off the phone so I could find out why he had stopped by to se...
"What are you going to be for my Halloween party?" A simple question, really, but one I had been avoiding. My friend and co-worker, Jackie stared at me as she waited for the answer. "You know, when I was a kid, I loved dressing up for Halloween. Free candy and all that. Now. I am a 35-year-old man. Who wants to see me dressed up as Superman or Batman. No...
I was sitting in my smoky office, daydreaming about the good-old days when detective work required hardboiled men in trench coats tailing suspects down dark, rain drenched alleys, when a knock on my door brought me back to reality. My Saint Bernard, Dick Tracy, raised his head from between his paws and gave a half-hearted "woof". Shaking my head in disappo...
It was a humid night in late May, though unseasonably modest for the normally blazing hot beginning of summer. Robbie knew a little about wonderful surprises, but nothing could prepare him for the realization of a 6 year-fantasy that was about to happen in his own living room. He had so longed to go on a date with Hillary and Megan, so as a birthday present,...