Tasmin dug through the bin filled with junk idly, waiting for her boyfriend to finish bargaining for the chest that had caught his eye a week ago. She wished she was still in bed—8 am was obscenely early after closing at the bar the night before. But Jake had been most insistent, and after all the problems they'd been having of late, she'd dragged herself in...
The room for my second semester British Literature class was not the large lecture hall I imagined. This being my first day of classes of the year, I had high hopes. However, my vision of a packed lecture hall with a cranky but enthusiastic old English-accented professor scrawling unintelligibly on the chalkboard was dashed the moment I found the classroom d...
It started in a dream. Ashley knew it was a dream the way everyone sort-of knows it's a dream, when they're dreaming. But sort-of knowing it's a dream doesn't always mean you don't get scared, or happy, or turned on. Knowing it's a dream doesn't help very much when it all feels so incredibly vivid. And this dream was deeper and more vivid than any Ashley ha...
Rob takes his investigations one step further from the massage parlour days. She welcomed me at the door. There was a discrete porch, angled from the road, away from prying eyes. The pictures on her web site weren't lying, she was absolutely, drop dead, gorgeous. This should be a very pleasant afternoon. I had been looking to broaden my sexual horizons for...
Anetta stopped writing and looked up as Elanessa entered the study, carefully balancing a tea tray. "You're late," said the abbess with a frown. "I'm sorry, Sister Anetta," said the young blonde priestess, approaching the desk and placing the tray at its edge. "I was busy with my studies and lost track of the time." Anetta's frown deepened. Elanessa didn't...
You know your girl well: always up for an adventure, always interested in trying new things, the more active and challenging, the better... you've often said it - the sexiest thing you've ever laid eyes on. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised you when I told you that I was taking pole dancing lessons. Or maybe you weren't surprised that I was doing it, but mor...
"Think of it as a take-away." "Sir?" You looked around the large but rather beige hotel room and saw the digital camera beside the bed. You understood. "Sir, that will cost extra. Half as much again. Sir." Mischief danced across your face. "Ah." I looked in my wallet, considering the amount. It was a disappointing outcome. "Oh dear. I don't think I can af...
Chapter 7 "Busted" The hours turned into days and the days into weeks as they spent every free moment they could together. Most the time they would drive around, take in the scenery and enjoy each other's attention. Ultimately they would end up parking and allowing natural expressions to escape them. On one occasion they found them selves at a local park. A...
Cyndi walked by him on her way back to the bedroom after having retrieved a cold bottle of water from the fridge. She hadn't expected to see A.J. here at this time of day. Smiling, she snuck up behind him as he stood in the living room, watching something that was on the television and bumped his hip with her own still wrapped in a towel from her shower. A....
There goes a story in the old Indian literature, which narrates about an ascetic, who performed a tapasya (meditation) to please the gods. The gods were apprehensive of the powers he would beget in case he succeeded in his motives, and sent a supernatural beauty, an apsara to disrupt his meditation. The rest is left to the imagination. Let the imagination ru...